Blood

To think that I chase you like a dog after it's tail,
makes me dizzy just to remember
how bright and shiny you once seemed to me,
the black crow pecking at your glittering exterior
and oh, how I held onto you
despite your wicked edge gauging my skin.
On the white bedsheets, the crimson dots
were beautiful beyond words until they turned a rusty brown
and then I said "enough,"
wrapped a tourniquet around my heart,
it could no longer beat rapidly around you.
I allowed my sluuggish blood to pool
and was glad that it had cooled.

Reviews

[Rachael Day]

Cool poem. All of us have/had those people/things that we once chased after and clung too, knowing they were no good for us but still unable to let go. It's very relatable.

[MoriartyMesa]

I love the graphic telling, phrasing, wording, and most of all the nice rip to the chest the reader gets while reading this. In many ways this reminds me of something from Danzig,


Nice work

[Revery]

I followed the intensity of the experience, best of yours I have read thus far.

[fireblossom]

Edgy and alive, descriptive and tense. A very good poem.