Bitter Blood

And there I stood
          entangled in impulsivity
            as the smell of mania filled the edge of where he laid

his dying scent
        clenched to my nose
          possessing my fingertips to frolic with the blood that swirled his mouth

splattering my face with the color of Rage

for a moment,
everything felt inexplicably strange
from the ear-grating agony of his taunting cackle
to the frenzy of eyeballs when I shot him mute


whether

                    I

                          was..

wrong or right
has no purpose now
    a blooming Dahlia has buried itself between the palms of fear and Lytta’s blistering dawn

soon,
they will find me intertwined with the maggots on his flesh
and peel it off to unbosom the empty human camouflaging in filth
condemn me
but I won’t mind one bit

he should have

                      never

                              taken away

the child in me...