barricade's blog: "Poetry"

dilated pupils and your blood dripping from my mouth in a flash

     of daydream

the sound of you tut-tutting.

"What a deviant vixen you are..."

I smile, knowing you don't know the half of it.

I bury strangers in the backyard every night.

You know I've gotta keep myself alive, baby.

Someone has to do this,

I saw myself, Death sitting in a hammock...

in a dream of course, or was it?

Either way, I'm justified.