HIS RED BLOOD

Bathing in blood of what seemed eternity,I cherished my memories of his love

Of the love only I deserved to possess.

The blood, still warm enough reminding me of his smell.

His flesh now looking pale,I caressed his ripped cheeks, where she had last kissed him.

I took a piece of iron and brandished my name on his heart, where it would remain forever.

The revulsion of seeing him make love to her.

I instantly clutched a kitchen knife and severed his body.

I filled myself with his crimson blood smearing it all over me.

The sanguine fluid dripped from my hair making me feel blissful for my gory deed.

I closed my eyes and tore open my insides, to let his RED BLOOD merge with mine.