My heart is bleeding thorns under
the darkened moon, drunken red
and dead, sunburnt vines twisted
and thickened, a sharp pain beyond
rotten flesh, crashed and shattered,
a smothering pollution of hard
cracking bones.  I listened to the
heavy rain beating against
my windowpane, cold drumming
sounds rising in crazed nouns
and pronouns, crimson similes
and metaphors far from the
world of poetry.  And as I stared
outside at the midnight sky,
trembling trees torn apart by
screeching seas, scarlet leaves
sifting in long broken sighs,
my blurry eyes were traveling in
a million thoughts of drifting roses.
I struggled to the kitchen and swallowed  
a shot of *****, damaging depictions
of disgrace settling inside my veins,
swelling anger and threatening
backgrounds, teary-eyed beats beneath
unwanted feet, as memories of you sunk
inside my soul.  Why did I think it would
be easy to walk away from your love?
The emerald beauty and brilliant
green eyes.  Strong soft shoulders
and vibrant skin. The source of
attraction was intensifying inside
of me, all the sweet things I thought
I had in the palm of my hand.  
But as I stood still and gazed at the
surface of the flaming ***** bottle
facing me, I could see drowning shadows
of strength and passion, desire and creation,
all disintegrating in stormy grey waves.