a touch of red

07/2014

In my rising I have fell

into a deep cavern

where your blood runs

down the walls of my mind

I step through holes

left behind by the chemicals

coming closer to the red

closer to the unspoken

I can smell the iron

shaking, I touch the membrane

smearing, my mouth waters

remembering the flavor

I can almost taste the wonder

Reviews

This one is so lovely dark, and it's almost you become one with the one you will eat... the blood will feed you, but for now, it seems, you're just smelling it dreaming of it... hence to your last words....
I love your work goes, from light to dark... it's perfect.

- Elisa

[Corset]

Baked up red like wonder bread, blood of a mind pouring down the walls, eerie with a touch of reverence kind of wonderful. nice work ;)