Red down my legs
The life source rouge running
Coating my fingernails and smudging the corners of my mouth
My sacrifice unquenched the fury of he
That takes my body from me
So I claw out the soft parts
And feel life gushing down
Into the palm of my hand
Down to my elbow
Down into hell
Where my sisters chant demon songs
And wish for my fast return
Each drop a wait, wait sister
There are more incantations
More tomes to master
More cherry drops for you
Hot and sultry warm wanting
Just watch me tear slowly, slowly
Gnashing teeth so pearly white
Ferocious and, oh, pout painted scarlet
And, oh, so perfectly paired
With, oh, that crimson stained just the way
They like it, they hate it
They beg for it, and the rubies dug now deeper
Flow like rivers reviled on my fingerprints
No power held like this before
In the heart line’s long curve
Nor head line’s stubborn turn
So lithe is she vermilion painted life
Lined unrepentant I see
Before the last garnet glimmers
To fall my sisters unto me
At last revenge made all at once free
- @apoem2you
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