The scarlet thread, bright look-at-me blood, the red of faerie tales, spurting out, life still gushing, still a tragic romance, not the fading iron brown stickiness stringing between your fingers, gummed into the folds of your knuckles, and hiding under your fingernails even after you’ve washed for weeks.
Crimson sky, it darkened the land and dripped. Red rain fell on the hills, the barns, the fields, even on white fur of the cows, who no longer grazed but instead looked up, something cows never do. This was the beginning. This was when it started, the reign of the Blood Wraiths, when humanity was toppled from its lofty status as ‘top of the food chain’.
The crimson lipstick emphasized the paleness of her face, and mirrored her blood shot eyes. She was trying too hard to radiate health but all he could think of, when he saw her, was how ghastly she looked and he stepped away from her. She didn’t look like that, in her profile picture.
my lips
ignited
and damp,
your chest
stained
crimson.
tonight
will be
engraved
in my mind
for at least
thirty more
lives.
The scarlet thread, bright look-at-me blood, the red of faerie tales, spurting out, life still gushing, still a tragic romance, not the fading iron brown stickiness stringing between your fingers, gummed into the folds of your knuckles, and hiding under your fingernails even after you’ve washed for weeks.
Crimson sky, it darkened the land and dripped. Red rain fell on the hills, the barns, the fields, even on white fur of the cows, who no longer grazed but instead looked up, something cows never do. This was the beginning. This was when it started, the reign of the Blood Wraiths, when humanity was toppled from its lofty status as ‘top of the food chain’.
The crimson lipstick emphasized the paleness of her face, and mirrored her blood shot eyes. She was trying too hard to radiate health but all he could think of, when he saw her, was how ghastly she looked and he stepped away from her. She didn’t look like that, in her profile picture.
Crimson dripped from the tip. The puncture was shallow but deep enough to draw blood… i need a bandaid.
When I found her, her normally pink and youthful lips breasts were by that time , a darker shade of life.