Circle Of Friends

Circle Of Friends

The circle surrounds me
mocking
playing in front of my eyes
darting back when I reach a soft finger to touch
the tip just brushing
maybe even inserting inside,
the hollow space
so full of others,
pain
it retracts
leaving a tickle and a prick
pushed away, out.
Blood beats drop, drip, drop
red as a wildflower nurtured by the sun
falling, pooling
on the ridges of my identity
i place it in my mouth and suck
taking back in the life

I am full of bandaged fingers.

Years of sucking the hurt back, in
the mineral salt taste on my tongue
it almost stops me, a moment
then I spring, away.
The circles push at me
i hold bandaged fingers in front of me feeling in the dark
i look down and see now
i am above the swirl
the vortex of circles
they are a vacuum
the want to suck in the blue, black red of the blood
stuck under my skin
they can’t
they aren’t able to reach me,
a wind is under me
it whispered in and I rose above
away,
I float away
than notice
a tiny string still hangs, down
tethered to the circles
always