Bleed

I see you sitting there, minding your own

I sneak up behind you, you should have known

Just take out my blade, watch it glisten in the sun

And within a second, your life is done

Sharpen the blade against a grey rock

Cut it into pieces wipe my brow with a cloth

No need now for a duffel bag in which to stuff

You body is now no more, than a pile of mush

I wipe the sweat from my forehead

Only to leave my face painted red

I put my hand right up to my lips

Lick your blood off my fingertips

The taste is so sweet on my tongue

Salty with a hint of copper's sun

You only got what you deserved my dear

For writing that poem unrequited love

Angela M OBrien

9/7/11