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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
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Bertrand Raven Banda
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