blue pen trepanation

I drill blue holes into bone white silence
givin thoughts space to bleed
into the shadowed margins
of what I claim to be poetry

my skull splits…fractures spreadin
hemorrhagin pools of midnight ink
fillin cracks with poisoned secrets
that taste like bottom shelf salvation

the pen bores deeper than faith
thru layers of rot
where confession turns septic
in rivers of borrowed peace

lettin my demons leak out
thru ballpoint trepanation
with blue stained fingers
and scattered pages