Caged by words with nowhere to go but inside oneself
I enter a state of euphoria
Handle the knife quick and effortlessly
Feel a trickle of warmth
I don’t feel any pain until I actually see the blood
Past hurts drift further and further away
I part from you with these last words
Finger painted on the wall in blood
Clothed only by the dark aura of death,
Red lipstick, a black lace blindfold and red heels
It’s twisted to proclaim that through life
I have acquired a taste for my own demise
Free of all fear as I tango with death
Sucking cherries from his mouth
Seducing him with the emptiness in my eyes
A copy of Macbeth in my right hand and Hamlet in my left
I read him these tragic stories of the lose or lose game of life
He lays me down on a bed of orchids
I inhale the sweet scent
Feel the soft petals on every inch of my skin one last time
And then he blows out my flame
By Kimberley Valerie