Skip to main content Help Control Panel

Shakespeare's Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.

More in MosquitoBytes Volume 04: Ruminative Relic - 2005

In Darkness

Amaranthine Fetish

We hold
Post coital
You pose a question
Deranged
I respond
Hesitantly
Knowing that I must
Yet fearing the release
What happened?
Your simple quest
Hah!
Simple
You knew otherwise
So did I
Yet still
I answered
I spoke of blood
So much blood
It still stains my mind
Of domestic duties
Performed in a daze
Whilst I hid in my mind
Of darkness I spoke
Beneath the bed on which I died
Where I lay safe
Scribbling
Where now I type
I told of revenge
A bloodied knee
Of a sister
Who can no longer breed
Through it all
You continued to probe
Your mind directing me
Where I would not go
In the end
Though of much I spoke
It was already mentioned
In things I've written
Then
A whisper in the night
As a tear collides with my cheek
I hear you
That blood on your hands
I always wondered
Now I know the truth
You spoke to me of murder
Guilty in your mind
Yet as I listened
In horror I admit
I tried to tell you
You were just a kid
They forced you to scream
As I forced myself not to cry
It's what they wanted
Either way
Someone would die
I too see her hanging now
Smell the blood from her wrists
I know why you cling to that
It's why I hid from me
But it's time for both of us
To share
To be released
Although we can understand
The others bitter pain
All we can give in comfort
All we really need
Is for each other to listen
To question
So let's hold each other
And bleed

© 2005, Mosquitobyte

Share
* Invite participants
* Share at Facebook
* Share at Twitter
* Share at LinkedIn
* Reference this page
Monitor
Recent files
Member Pages »
See also