Scarlet Fever

You don’t know intensity… Red… Everywhere… Scarlet walls… painted And it looks BEAUTIFUL…gushing out tainting the canvas, what a rush… wish you could feel it. I lick the blade; my accomplice, and an abrupt sting kisses my tongue I am exhilarated… I am Alive! Flashbacks of my hands on your neck squeezing the life out of you, my blade in my hand taunting you… And your jugular just pleading for an opening. I carve a smile from ear to ear and I kiss it deeply… What a Pulsating flow… I drink the remnants of what seemed like an eternity of crimson water. My hands are soaking, so is my shirt and my neck… your body is shaking and I hold It against mine as if to protect you from the cold. I lick your newly carved smile dry to clean the water off it as I lay you to rest