29/09/2013

Glitter Red

like a feeling I just couldn't shake
I become saturated into the hands of a clock
waiting for someone to fill me in 
with black and glitter red precision

it's specks of light pollute, brimming and manic
and fall like a cascade over my red stained hands
as it absorbs you are violently sick
over my scribbled attempts of romantic poems

if you are ever reborn and winged
don't forget all the promises you kept
even when my stench of frustration distracts you
blind their eyes with your kaleidoscope reds.