top of page
She's lit all in red
There's plastic on the floor
And from the way she grips that knife
I can tell she's done this before
A loose tap lets out
Slow motion drips
And the buzz of a neon sign stutters
As her tongue patrols her lips
Raw rose light bulbs
Blink and I can see
The look in her demon eyes
As she creeps toward me
Suffocating hot thick sticky air
Is steam room-esque
And the kiss of condensation
Makes the walls wet
Trepidatious energy slowly floods the room
Past the plastic
To her tattooed calves
But still as the night she looms
Raw rose light bulbs
Blink and I can see
The look in her demon eyes
As she creeps toward me
Raw rose light bulbs
Throb and let me see
My pulse shift colour scheme
As she hovers over me
bottom of page