New Wine

NEW WINE

I wipe my face
and come away --
Blood.
I am bleeding
somewhere deep inside.
Given, not enough
to kill,
but still.
I'm bleeding
full and bright.
I am pouring out
of myself;
I cannot be contained.
A broken vessel
will not hold
new wine.
Old skins burst,
they break;
I bleed.

Quicksand

In a heartbeat

on a moment

in a flash

on a dime

in a jiffy

in an instant

in the twinkling of an eye

like nobody's business

a bat out of hell, a bull at the gate

at the drop of a hat

like quicksand

everything

changes

now

.