They are crimson and dry
I feel them around my throat
An almost tattoo
It was too close tonight
I see the blood's reflection on my fingertips
The nails are blue
Tonight was hard, harsh and white
Caress my neck
Which cricks in the nightmare
Wipe the blood from my teeth
Tongue drooling red
And I am eating my cheek
It tastes of iron
Enough to make a bullet
I feel the wet gouge
The broken flesh
Rub my eyes in smears of half-forms
And sleep again
Sleep into the next death
Who will it be this night
It is never enough pain
Just to see you alive again
YOU ARE READING
Am I 'Absolute'?
ПоэзияMostly poems and art, some quotes and short stories. Not everything is an original of mine, so if it isn't I will state so on the page. 😊 Also: Helloooo! Oh my gosh! #1 in original poems!!
