It would be much too dangerous to talk about
Or remember at all
That night

A piercing scream from behind
A clatter of fallen crockery on the floor
Crimson fills the apron she wore
I do not yet think to ask how or why
My heart beats a silent cry
I kneel beside to feel her warmth
All I feel are empty eyes slice into my soul

My eyes look over the pool of red
Gathered by the drops her body shed
But for the blood, she can be lost in dreams
I think, as I imagine her pale in peace
Grabbing a mop
I cleanse her of the damaging dye
Her body now remains uncoloured, untainted
Of that which still inflames her quintessence
She's been marked, I realise
In an irreparable scarlet
All action, all words- scattered on the tiles
Lying broken and futile

raven hair
moonlight fair
heart so pure
true to lure
easy to become a target
in a world of scarlet

A coat of black and a dash of red,
Clinging to the cat tail, peering ahead.
Swaying with the spring breeze,
Temperature cold enough to freeze.
The red winged black bird, scarlet on black,
But a predator watches, ready to attack.

A coat of red and a face of white,
He's the reason not to go out at night.
The beast is lurking through thick spring mud,
Moving ever so carefully trying not to make a thud.
Bending its knees, ready to pounce,
Sizing up the bird, ounce for ounce.

However the bird is much too agile.
The predator will be hungry for a while.

Far away
Wearing the eyes of me
Listening to the mass destruction
Of something that could have been
Should have been
Now watch me die
Even though it can't be right

Now hold the blade
One swift cut
And a velvet obsession
With a sweet seduction
And scarlet temptation

Drinking
Never goes fast
What don't I
What don't I feel.