Escape
by Francesca Thrash
Sometimes I see visions of crimson blood,
Cruel and ravaging on the beauty of your face.
These feelings of hate and revilement,
Keep me running, keep me running into space.
Escape is where your eyes no longer haunt me.
Escape is what I cannot seem to find.
And all that I can do is try and kill you.
Try and kill you, try and kill you in mind.
Home again,
jiggety jig!