Her

Crimson blades seeping into my flesh.

How can I rest knowing that you know her?

Knowing that she is a part of you now.

She’s been here.

 

Felt what I’ve felt, tasted what I desire.

She lurks in the corners of your mouth.

 

Who are we at this moment?

A scene from a dramatic play

or a dark murderous thriller. 

Her death would only satisfy me

if it were you that killed her.

 

Burning green, bright, and obscene;

my minds thoughts worry me.

There is a vacancy within my morality.

The right kind of wrong.

 

Revenge is a sin that I will swallow whole.

Digest it gladly, then excrete it at your feet.