Musings by The Poet Loriet
Waiting
As the needle
penetrated my vein,
I cursed your name out loud
and made a fist,
watched the tourniquet pucker
and my blood swirl
into the test tubes.
A black and blue spot
on my right forearm,
a sweet-nothing you
gave me in return for
lollipops and roses.
Thanks for the memories,
sweetheart...
Your essence will
be tattooed on me
every time I bleed.
My blood
is on your hands.
Your fingerprints
are all over the scene.
Found Guilty as charged~
without parole.
Lori Beal
penetrated my vein,
I cursed your name out loud
and made a fist,
watched the tourniquet pucker
and my blood swirl
into the test tubes.
A black and blue spot
on my right forearm,
a sweet-nothing you
gave me in return for
lollipops and roses.
Thanks for the memories,
sweetheart...
Your essence will
be tattooed on me
every time I bleed.
My blood
is on your hands.
Your fingerprints
are all over the scene.
Found Guilty as charged~
without parole.
Lori Beal
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