Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Good-Bye-Moon

What can be the taste of blood slowly sliding down my throat…

Gumming and grinding my insides

I slowly chewed on the bitter pieces of her heart

...Mmm the rancid taste of her garden flower screams

The crunches of cold steamy blood splatters out…

With smiling faces

Reached out with a dripping kiss

...Listen with me as you read her heart pushing up and down her chest

...It hungers for death... thump... thump... thump

I have not drank but eaten the passion that was love

Nothing more but a midnight eclipse

As I walk against the milky moon

...As I held her heart... in a pool of tears.