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Oh he bleeds alright. I know because I held the knife

I glanced his flesh for one eager moment then plunged.





Life ebbing  

Crimson pools

Sticking between my toes

Congealing on my heels



Then I danced. I moved to my rythym, no one eles's,

like I always do.



Sweat warmed

Eyelids fall

Fall

Fall

Into the icy waters of sleep



That is when I am trully awake... when I dream.

Reality is but an excuse to feel again. Physical

longings don't linger here.



A white river flows

Fast and deep

Pulling me into it



Once a scarlet woman, now baked brown in the sun, I'm

here and he isn't. Only a pile of meat for the birds.

That is just fine with me.