Monday, 9 February 2015

A Poem a Day 2015 (31): Her

This is another of the 2-minute poems I wrote for JD Mader's #2minutesgo challenge on his blog, Unemployed Imagination, which is a Friday thing. Look out for it! Write what you like! I normally nick prompt words from his opening story and he mentioned blood, so I took that and my brain switched to imagining a crime. Well, it was coming up to midnight and maybe I'd eaten too much cheese. Here we go.


Prompt - blood

Her

Blood red
Dripping
Cascading into pools
I dip a finger
Scoop it
Lap it up
Tasting the evidence
The thrill of it all
This caresses me
Sends a rush
Where none would dare
I did this
I, alone
The achievement of
My life’s undoing
Where I stand
Here in this kitchen
Oblivious to all
Except her
Lying prone, uncovered
Eyes open, staring
And I stand alone
The last man she ever saw
I relive every last drop
Of her.

copyright Vickie Johnstone

2 comments:

  1. This was a nice chilling little tale for sure! Good job!

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  2. Thanks, Ed! I blame Mader with his introductory stories :)

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