Floating bloated.
Life aborted.
Rotting sockets.
A bobbing lifeless buoy.
where the river meets
the sewage.

The gleaming pair of crimson red eyes reflect nothing but suffering.
While it's true that those sulfur feathers take flight,
tear holes in the wind, and pierce the night sky,
it's only to get your attention.

Does he have your attention?
He knows he has your attention.
From branch to branch he stares, learns, stalks,
and casts doubt into your impressionable acumen.

You know nothing, and nothing is his forte.
You haven't caught up, but those infinite pools of blood are headed your way.
Don't be afraid, don't scurry, don't cry;
By the end of the night, you'll have seen all,
and you'll be just another in the crimson tide.

In the hour of Twilight, let us burn,
Let us burn with passion
As our blood boils and our hearts turn,
As we melt in one-another, morbidly…
                                     …in a romantic fashion.

Flesh pressed against flesh, I do remember;
The secret lips of a demon so tender,
And our bodies on top of a mound,
Twi lively corpses besottingly…
                                   …carving a new wound.

And let them be irradiated by our macabre ardour.

In my last moments

I wonder what I will say,

"All set!" or "not yet..."

Everyday people say
things like this:
You know Marie, Every child is a blessing---
but It's such
a cliche thing to say.

There were 3 pregnancies...
Mine included
Only 1 prevailed

I sipped my liquor;
She ate her dinner.

Although diluted...
...so I disputed.

This is what 'they' really wanted.
Meanwhile, I already birthed 3 kids.

A happily Married couple vs.
A woman who was simply supple!

I still Wonder why
This pregnancy survived.................

I cannot hear, the past in my rear view mirror;
Nor the wheels rotations,
or motion's sensations;
While under a flower bouquet
182.88cm away from me.

What's your morbid fascination to know the details of the ****

You'll stop and watch an accident
From which there's no escape

It's not your entertainment
In fact it's someone's life

It could be your brother, sister,
It could be your wife

So stop and think before you gawk
Is there a need for me to see

Unless your knowing helps those involved
I suggest you leave it be