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sitting on a park
bench watching
the black birds
take wing cawing
clutching at
the sky with
their claws
wings flapping
in the cool breeze

i can smell the
blood it carries
on the wind
it's funny how
they tried
to destroy each
other in the
end
rising up with their
knives and
forks
driven mad
by the moon
mrs. archer shot mr.
archer in
the head and
drowned her
two babies
next door they
fucked like
rabid dogs
and then came
the slash of
the knife
blood spraying
in pretty spurts
that painted the
walls red

i lived alone
and i was already
out of my mind
i took a knife and
tore my arm
open from elbow
to wrist
tendons moving
in agony
blood a steady
stream pattering
onto the floor
hearing the screams
safely ensconced
in my two room
apartment
the refrigerator
empty save
for carton upon
carton of non-fat
yoghurt
plain of course

when the screams
died down i walked
and i walked
until i found the park
peace
my arm bandaged in
an old nightgown
i believe in peace

the hush of the town a
million televisions turned
off their steady chatter
now silent
no tears will make my
eyes moist

the silence is loud
they're all dead
gasping bubbling from
broken throats
it's all in my mind
the children lay like
broken toys in
the schoolyard
tommy brought his
dad's gun to school
you can see his
brains splashed out
on the concrete

the trees are still
and they watch and
wait
for the end of
the world
macabre thoughts
and blood filled
mouth
i spit out red dye
on the grass and
watch the leaves
move making
soft rustling sounds
a soft sigh

the make fast bandage
on my arm is
bright red
take it off and
watch the blood spill
reach into my
purse and find the
knife
still sticky with
red jam (or blood)
place it in that
sucking wound
on my arm and
carve down
to the bone
the artery giving
way underneath
metal sharpness
it spurts and
bubbles

i sit on the
park bench and
watch the
birds
my hands in my
lap
the blood has
soaked through
my clothes
waiting for
the end

waiting in the
strong summer
light
the blood like
red rubies liquefied

eyes wet with
tears
black pulling
at the edges of
my vision

sink into the
black