A Fantasy of Relief
Pointed subtle agony
Wraps cold fingers around my heart
Separation of what I am....
Free falling lazily like dead leaves
into what I am not...
Scarlet Rage finger paints
Black arcs across my world
Red is hypnotic, like flowing blood
loosed by one small flick of a blade...
Heaviness seeps in,
as though already dead and buried
A Fantasy of relief.
Copyright © Kelly McDonald | Year Posted 2006