Exhibit Murder

School has often been the one place I wrote best. This is no exception. Interpret this how you will, but the title somewhat speaks for itself

You want to see my blank stare

after death, tasting like metal,

came to meet me half-way?

The red on living canvas;

the rose blooming,

and the blue lips.

Hear the chambers drown my last,

after the thorns tore

my internal sails?

A drum beat fading,

the river slowing,

and no more.

Smell the claret stains,

my blush gone bittersweet

and reeking of ruby metal?

Adrift in the Red Sea

after the lead rain,

you can.

 

Reviews

[Kristopher d. Taylor]

I enjoyed this, great job! I love the rawness of it, it reads like something that might be scribbled on a bathroom stall, take that as a compliment, please. Very much so. Golden star, for sure.

[LuNaR-C]

Thanks so much. I've never considered it that way, and trust me, I will :)