Out Out Damn Spot

There was a touch of gray

That day when I bled no red
and was dead for that one minute I stopped sinning

So I stole your heart
and with hungry canines grinning
ate the life it beat

Then wringing bloody hands in the street
I screamed MacBeth,
And my nose sprayed cocaine graffiti onto Brooklyn concrete
I felt incomplete
Until I had consumed you.

Now your lopsided heart beat
Haunts it's living tomb
My womb
Palpitating a leprous jig
to a gravedigger's love song long into the night.

by Sonja Cienfuegos

Comments (1)

A feeling of curse, a strong justification towards life, it's aggressive!