Pushed violently to every corner
By the pulsating heart.
Breath and Movement,
Thought and Inspiration.
Creating uniqueness in its sameness.
Blood holding the Spirit within.
But blood without
Becomes hideous to behold.
It flows freely
Leeching the very essence of Being
In cascading rivulets freed by the slashed walls
That hold the Spirit within,
Still pushed violently by the pulsating heart
Until the heart tires
From no return.