Blood-red

From these ice walls the fire of fury fled.

Expanding from the heart to my cold feet;

Extending from the soul to my red head.

Such lively redness into deadly bleed.

A neuter bosom breathing heavily,  

ten cherry toes sticking into the ground

and chiseled teeth biting air sterilely.

It seems voiceless cries abound all around.

Hollow and barren, beginning to wilt.

I’ll live on stolen lives; I’ll make them mine.

Sewing the patches, crafting a quilt,  

turning my life into a Frankenstein.

I’ll be the monster you all want to see.

But the truth is: the real monster ain’t me.