Tuesday, December 4, 2012



A razor’s edge glides
through dermis
with a surgeon’s
disconnected precision.

Crimson tattooed
parallel lines
concealed for now
on the inner thigh.

Ejaculated blood spatters;
a decorative memento
for the bathroom floor.

Endorphins engage
serotonin orgasms,
and the impulse wanes
while platelets seek

Tonight she will sleep;
tomorrow’s hungry voice
but a whisper that will grow
in the darkness.


1 comment:

AJ Walker said...

Chilling, very chilling. And an excellent job of helping it to be understood.