Scarlett Treat - I Bleed

My arteries have been opened
to bleed on the altar of heaven.
I kneel there, begging mercy from
the insatiable priestess of love.

She chortles loudly,
laughing behind my back,
leaving an empty gluttony of life
after all the fleshly words are eaten.

I screwed twisted,
empty words into angry screams.
There are memories of raging pain,
and our faces awkardly breathe torture.

The greedy lovers hold deep emotion,
but they are irrevocably alone.
Boundless distinction is requisite and
there is no dimension to solitude.

The screaming rampage is not open.
All the rage words are inside.
My need is weary but my pen voice will speak
brilliant, delicious words.

For Gina O. and Gregory G.

Scarlett Treat

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