Art

And I dig in my veins
And I dig in my guts
I reached the bone
Damn, that sucks.

I hear the skin squish
Slippery and warm.
A cracking, wet bone
Sharp like a thorn.

My blood is a river
A slaughter of roses.
Metallic nourishment
The questions it poses

Looking at this canvas,
I'm almost finished.
S**t, I have to hurry
My sight is diminished.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Wonderful imagery here, and love the slant rhyme in the first two stanzas.
Very effective.
j.

[John the Baptist]

I think your first show is going to be rather small. This kind of art should not be practiced more than once a decade.

[Davidgeo]

A little body horror poetry... it's close enough to halloween.