BLOOD DREAM
I dove
in blood river...
Smell of clove...
Feel of shiver...
I drove to the giver
and hoped you'd deliver...
Death.
It was caked on my skin,
under fingernails,
in my eyebrows,
down my throat.
Here where
the damned
once sacrificed goats.
Bent down in that
blood puddle
all you could see
(could it be?)
was my sex.
The pain faded
SMASHED across my eyes:
Painted Death.
The darkness inside me
reached out
pulled you in
killed you
and woke you with my bloody tears.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you my dears.
Written By Jason Wright
NOVEMBER 2, 2006