showers of March

03/2013 (Blood type B: Installation Thirteen)

fat red droplets fall

from Aries's throne 

splashing hypnotically,

a rhythm my thirst beats to

it streaks down my face,

adding to the beauty

of a fading sun

spreading its warmth

over my cold lips

and lifting my hands

I embrace the coming

darkness, letting it

recycle in my soul

allowing it spill

from my eyes

there will be no 

survivors this time

Reviews

[Ruth]

Hon, you never lose your potency...ever...I can sail through your writing and see other worlds and feel many emotions xx

[Robbie~xoxo~]

This is haunting, Joshua! I love this genre and nothing is more exciting or heart racing than a dangerous foreshadowing of Bloodlust...you have me on the edge of my seat as I wonder what is to come of this darkness....Well done!~xoxo~:)