Fireflies in the night
Like stars in the sky;
The crimson of your blood
Now stains my hands;
Where earlier I used to kiss
The knife caresses you now;
From The Tempest to Macbeth
Did time fly by us unseen?
Your seductive whispers then
Your haunting screams now;
Will sleep grant me refuge
As you haunt me all along?
I sweat restless each night-
My body as cold with fear
As yours had been, the day
I had slid my ebony dagger
Across your pale skin;
The oozing drops of blood
Glistening like the gems
You used to beg me to buy;
Ah, I've never seen lightning
Flash red and purple as fast
As that smile evaporated
From your moon-like face
When you joined all the dots
And realized only too late...
Yes, baby, I had always
Only wanted your blood.
~azmina
YOU ARE READING
Of Floating Buoys and Broken Bells
Poetry"Poetry flowed like little rivulets From the ocean that was her soul." ~azmina Our souls dance to the rhythm of poetry. A small collection of my poems that will, hopefully, provide the beats to your dance.
