The knife,
resting on bare skin,
wishes,
to be reunited with it's red lover.
...
The bones chatter and shake,
The chains rattle in the howling wind,
And the smell of desperation hangs in the air.
...
We sit upon the cool grass,
Not saying a word,
As the sun slowly dips behind the trees.
The sky is painted with hues of red and pink,
...
The blood red sky
reflects in the eyes of a child,
as he’s led down the path
holding the hand of a dark stranger.
...
Screaming and sobbing,
she begs and pleads,
asking me to spare her pathetic life.
...
Bright lights blind us,
tires screech across pavement.
You scream,
...