Vacant Retort

A facade in blood. A memory without moments. My sin it sinks in. Her words cut like a knife across my throat. A devil for the first day she said, an angel for the last. It was bitterness. It was hate. For thee who holds my hand, won’t sow my seed. The bitch. How broken …

Awash In A Sea Of Red

Whispered sonnets in my ear. Words wrapped in feelings I fear. Tales of darkness. Tales of dread. Mistrust. Murder. Seas of red. Blood. Innards scatter before me. I see the future I dare not see. I witness my fate. I see my doom. The beast of darkness. It’s crude womb. I’m reborn in its image. …