Beautiful Darkness

Look

Look at me. Yes, you.

Are you looking? Great.

Now forget me.

Was it easy?

Or did something stick in your mind?

Was it my bright red hair?

My desolate blue eyes?

My eerie smile?

Or perhaps you noticed the blood.

Red painted across my stomach,

A splatter of crimson dotting my nose,

A dripping knife on the floor.

I was alive, once.

Now I'm not.

Soon to be buried in a hole,

3 by 8, six feet under.

Look at yourself.

You're alive...

Until you're not.

_____

(Aug 2017)