Color Me November

Scarlet (Fistfool)

Slickly palpitating,
My heart slithers
In your hand,
A twitching knot of
Thick, scarlet serpents.
Go on, then.
Dig your thumb under
Its atrium and press,
Let the flesh get caught
Beneath short crescent nails,
Hear it hiss as you squeeze gently,
Then, as your confidence swells
Crush it in your hand
And hold its remains up in the air,
High above your head
And nod, weary but relieved
With blood splattered against
Your white cheek,
Proclaim with great effort
That you've slain that uncivil beast,
And put it in its place - look!
Its very heart was made of sin!
Justice has been served, you announce
Not bothering to hide the stains (or the body)
As you shake your clenched hand victoriously,
A rally for all the morally good
Whose hearts are white as snow,
Lead on, then
With your fistful of blood
Shaken mightily, the droplets fly
And mottle those snow-colored souls.