SCARLET BEADS

The razor words soothe
Catch at my throat in a
cooling balm
Their sharpness tart
Like a slit to the wrist
In words that are broken
In words lacking charm

The blood inks in pens
Drips onto pages that,
you'll never read
It's best, you would be
disappointed...you would
worry...
You would bleed

At the intensity
At the bitterness
At the poison thorns I breed
At the way I rage and hack the
gods
At the lack of faith, I seed...

At the gush of the reds, the
depths of the crimson, at the
scarlet beads I wear
On show, unflinching...
Unashamed and emboldened
Choking the green
Throttling the air

You would try to save the
angels
That I strangle, with my pain
You would resussitate, you'd
try
And this thought
It makes me cry
Again

So I feast...
I feast on razors
Which slash and cut and tear

At my hearts
Which death has moulded
Into all the scarlet beads
I wear

M P 25/7/21