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| Betrayal of a Betrayer The liquid life flows, a scarlet stream soaking her shirt collar, down her porcelain pure arms and drips from her slender fingers onto her bare legs that are stretched out before her, heel facing heel. The red path trails onto the plush carpet, leaving a stain worse than grape juice, as her head falls backward and rests between her shoulder blades, connected to her body by only a column of bone and cartilage. I stand above her holding a knife that had, seconds before, violently caressed her neck, and I smile. |
| I wrote this poem when I was much, much younger and experimenting with vivid imagery. to read Betrayal of a Betrayal (Pt. 2), another experimental piece. |
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