Blood Red
when asked why he does it
the serial killer replied
“I like the color blue.”
he looked down at his arm
traced his finger along a vein
“I try and I try,
but it never runs blue.”
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
5 Last Call: Blood Red
An Aside: I know...I know...I really should save my asides for the end, but... This little number never made its way here to ...dodta.... It was inspired way back in November of last year by a Poetics prompt over at dVerse~Poets Pub, called Playing with Color. For some reason, I posted it on an alternative blog (that for some weird reason I maintain) and therefore never actually shared it for the inspiring prompt. So I thought I'd share it tonight.
This is my offerings for this week's dVerse Poets Pub OpenLinkNight. If you get a chance, check out all of the talented poets who have stepped up into the spotlight.
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well now...that is rather disturbing...but then again its a serial killer...oy....what twisted minds eh? interesting verse...
ReplyDeleteQuite the predicament.
ReplyDeleteThe blue is blue until it comes out of the body. For the blood to remain blue, it must stay inside, which teases the serial killer. I really like the concept. :-)
This is chilling.....indeed chilling.
ReplyDeleteoh my...you're on the dark side this week...gave me shivers..
ReplyDeleteso funny. I love the play on red here, such a fantastic bit. great piece.
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