Pouring Crimson

The edge finds its way into my heart-

Clawing and worming and twisting its way in.

Great seas of scarlet pour out,

And I become the pain.

“Give yourself to me,” it says,

“Give yourself to me, as have others before you.”

Swerving and arching, it leaves a crimson trail in its wake:

Leaving me in agony’s embrace.