this is me, raw and unedited

the words flow from me.
i cannot stop them.
they may not be as
artfully written
and full of imagery
as i want them to be.
it's possible
i'm telling
and not showing.

these words flow like blood
that will not stop.
they are me
right now.

if you want something pretty,
go look at a flower.

these words will be sad
but also beautiful
and probably need to be
more carefully crafted
and edited
and shaped.

but just like the baby
inside me
that died.
they are what
they are.
unfinished,
flowing,
escaping.

encompassing
birth and death
all at once.

i cannot stop them.
nor do i want to.