First Blood ..Wildernesschic Poetry Recital

Anger flowing through my veins
so much so
I feel no pain
Pulsating cold and clear
Shaking
but not with fear
History of violence in my blood
I don’t scare you
well I should
A comment, a sneer
a crack
Rage unrestrained
I finally snap
Splinters of bone
brain and blood
Creating their own
 amazing flood
Mesmerised
by the patterns it makes
Have to see how good it tastes
Eyes plead silently through shuttered lids
As I lick your blood
from my fingertips
Hot and sticky
on these lips
Vaguely sexual
 with its kiss
As I kneel within your mess
Sweet ecstasy breathes within my chest

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