Dance in the Dark

Dim lights and sharp edges

and limbs bumping into each other

the blade’s shine you cannot see

so you listen to the screams of the night

in this little room where they dance in the dark

one by one the dancers drop like flies

and the masked killer dances with their blood

 

 

 

Red

red

is passionate.

red

is beautiful.

a radiance

dancing through

different shades,

different wonders.

the seductive fragrance

of a rose.

the accelerating beat

of a lusting heart.

the sweetness

of a strawberry.

the acidity

of a juicy tomato.

a dotted ladybug

caressing

the tree’s fingertips.

a glossy red apple.

and all I want

is a small sample

of the color red

through the means

of your broken head,

dripping with that

wondrous tint

bloody red

 

 

 

Attention Seeker

Do you know what it feels

like when everyone walks past you?

When everyone

talks over you?

When no one gives you

their time of day?

I am invisibility at its finest.

I get not one glance in the slightest.

I am a walking ghost

passing through wall to wall.

I remember the first time

I saw you.

Your skin was glistening

under the summer sun.

How I wished to hold you close.

But to you I was nothing,

a piece of debris traveling

in the somber air,

a trash bag floating with

a merciless wind.

And then I saw you with her

blonde, blue eyes

the ones you prefer.

I’ve bought a new outfit

for me to wear.

I’ve put on some makeup

and done my hair.

Do you like how I drip

in your lover’s blood?

Do you like this new look
and the orange that I wear?

Just switch on the news.

You’ll see me I’m there.

What do you think of

my new, blonde hair?

Don’t worry these bars

are really not there.

May you let me ponder

one simple question.

Have I finally got your attention?

A Transformation

Something inside me

loves to

twist

as

my lips

long for the

rarest red.

In the air lives a

bloody anticipation,

my gradual

transformation.

Am I ready?

No, I am not.

Hurting others,

this I was not taught.

But lately, I’ve been wanting a

kill.

First,

a bluebird

chiming on

a tree.

Next,

a  golden hare

descending

a

mountain.

Now,

I desire an even larger target.

One that will pose

an enticing challenge.

Will it fight me?

I hope it will.

But in the end,

nothing in this

world

can match

my

skill.