Blood

Shining red like wet rose petals,
It glistens on the wall,
It covers me like a blanket,
I lick it off of my lips.
Salty, like ocean air,
White faces all around me,
The faces of the dead.
Blood on them too,
And on the floor,
And the dagger in my hand.
Shimmer in the moonlight,
Scarlet like the dying sun,
Blood.

Copyright 2008 by Rebecca Norman