Wanting to put blade to paper and rip open something red,
Tearing up a pillar of cream, watching the Crimson silk ripple across the sheets,
Inhale the vanilla honey sweat salt iron- this hurt tastes so sweet
Coppery like bloody dreams- nightmares
Singing in screams – plump mouth gasping for nirvana, arms grappling for hell
Pulling petal after petal off the white rose – dripping something wet and deep, oozing for something more
Let the rouge dress drip down you
Lips silent, eyes begging
‘Shut the fuck up’
Gripping, grasping, – breathy
Blue lips, cold skin.
Playing this symphony out of tune but it sounds like heaven -this feels godly, but-
I look down and the devil holds my hands and I hold the knife.