By Shadygirl   fading_shade@hotmail.com
Date: 19 November 1998

Red

Blood drips in heavy
syrup strands
from my chin and teeth
as I glance at you across
the table.

His arms surround you
in a shelter I once occupied,
but vacated when he still
allowed roommates.

You look up at me
with a blank
knowing
stare and smile
your hare innocence.

And then I feel the blood,
a soggy, sticky
pool in my lap.
And I saw my hands
And I ran to the sink.
(Out damn spot, out I say!!)

And I erased the red from 
my hands
and jeans
but could not remove
the color of my face.

How can I be such a bitch
in the face of love.