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blood bitch
worshipping at
my own altar
taking of
myself
rich dead
blood flows
from fragile
arms
black dirt
underneath your
feet
wallow in the
dirt and watch
the wiggly
white worms
come up
with their
white faces
feeling for
the sky

i don't
believe in
god
i believe in blood i
believe in the
feel of my
skin parting
underneath a
blade delicate
butterflies wing
at my
wrists

when i dream
they are red
i run in empty
hallways where
i find myself
dead and bleeding
glaring with blank
corpse eyes
in a tub before
the desk
huddled next
to the bed
little devils
watch approvingly
and flick their
red tails
when i am gone
they will feed
on my body
carrier of something
foul

i am a wound festering
you can smell the
decay on my breath
it comes out with
each exhalation

all i can believe
in is the blood
the sight of it pooled
on the floor
glimmering up
at me whispering that
it is beautiful and
don't i want to see
more?
i want to bleed
until i am dry until
i can bathe in
it
the soap bubbles
a dark pink

lie in my own
blood and feel
it cool
underneath my
cheek
taste it on
my lips
reach out with
my moist warm
tongue and
lap it off my arms
where it lies
congealed and
dead

blood bitch
worshipping at
my own altar
taking of
myself
my hands are
red with blood
and i pray for
me
i pray that the
sky release
glistening red
droplets
of blood
i dream of blood
and i want it
warm and sticky
on my face

crimson smile
it's mine