Havoc

Tear apart the skin that holds

my entirety

together,

and watch me ink 

slowly 

to the floor,

the infrared claret 

liberated from the coldness

I am made of,

ribboning through your fingertips,

blindingly mad 

for hemoglobin warmth,

the icy fringes of 

hailstone sleet

creeping, anticipating

for a quake to shake

me off balance,

the stasis,

blowing me away, 

cold,

until I am nothing

but dried burgundy

havoc,

numbness

washing me away.

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

I love the way you speak of hurricanes in a calming matter; matter of fact I always seem to calm down after reading some of your poems.

[demureminds]

Thank you, glad it does! (: