Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Crossing

Squeal and scream

The blood pools like tears

More red than eyelids in the sun

Lap it up like honey

Soak up pain

And drain it as with tea

Panic wells in my belly

Warring with sick desire

Run and don't look back

Fascinated crouching

Rocking in the road

His shock buzzing

The sound of flies

In my ears