Bloodletting

Archaic methods transfer through

well in the face of mass denial.

Bitterness fuels the mode

for the escape of mediocrity.

Stepping the grate,

shattered nerves ground down

to a glass edge carrying me away.

Bloodletting a favorite game of solitaire.

A suicide mission destined to fail,

a moving ladder to climb taking me away.

I wouldn't have it any other way.