dawn, day, night

there you were
looking up
head in my lap
an accident
a lot of blood.

holding on
my face and body
masked in it
I tried to find
that head of mine.

and with you laid
I bit my lip
opened up
with fright and fear
no blood at all
nothing there.

I rose to drudge
to trudge; “unlive”
your brain all gone
none left
to give.

sorry dear
about the mess
on the bedroom floor
was just your flesh
I hungered for.

*I’m still sick and tired from the other day. My muscles are beginning to ache again. I bet you can guess what this poem was about, written in the last year. I woke to find my eyes seized shut this morning as well as congestion, muscle ache, and some trouble breathing. I don’t feel particularly well but I really like publishing this material here, so hopefully it will continue over the next few days. I think I might get these tattoos myself.

~ by Valentine Ink on June 17, 2008.