Bleed

Crimson red,
the soft wet juice
running down your throat
flows like a stream.

The sharp metallic taste
fills your mouth
as it runs over your lips
begging for entrance.

The bright glint
of the metal in your hands.
The sharp edge pressing into your hand
beading a single drop of crimson warmth.

Candle lit rooms
warm bodies
convulsing around
sharp blades.

Dripping down
from your throat
down your chest
dripping off your breasts
and falling to your stomach.
Continuing down,
down your legs
caressing your soft skin
and pooling in your crevice.
Then finally,
mingling with the carpet,
staining the fuzzy white
a dark crimson.

Bright glinting eyes
slowly dull.
A tiny smile
escapes your lips with a sigh.
Your last breath.
Your lively glow dims
and slowly,
it's gone.
Your warmth evaporates
and your lively smile
becomes a haunting smile,
a symbol of death.