Lipstick

Frigid kisses tickle my lips.
Flicker—my room withers
into a casket. (Ring my bell!)
“Closer to suffocation,” the
ebony shadows whisper
in battling tones cascading;
over my skin they roll,
and I grow colder.

The storm is outside,
painting the sky bright,
the ghostly sky; and
the screams glide through my ears.
Thunder rattles the earth.
Now someone is dead.
Again.

Pushing through my coffin,
I can see the man, demons
dancing over his ax-wielding arm.
He is a silhouette in the dark,
large and wild. “Drip, drop”
goes the blood
from reeds on his palms.
My parents are rotting
in the next room.

He jolted his ax, sliced
their flesh.
And all I got was a kiss
on the cheek for being pretty,
the residue, velvet prints
that seeped from broken bodies.
How original.

My feet struck wood
when the man dissipated;
and with silence, my injuries bled.
Not like Mommy’s and Daddy’s,
or anything in between.
But I knew I was breaking,
Curling in shards of hushed sobs,
something to fill
the waiting, timeless silence.

Another great poem, Love. ^^

I seriously wish you would write something happy for once, though.

But I guess the dark, gloomy, depressing poetry is your signature by now. ^^

Can't wait for another poem.

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Ha, ha. Never gonna write something happy. xD Anyway, glad you liked.

I really like this one, KP... o.o
Like... more then the others... xD
I like all those extra things you gave... 'again', 'a kiss on the cheek for being pretty', 'Not like Mommy’s and Daddy’s, or anything in between.'
The extra little bit that adds a TON to the stanza, to the sentence. ><
Yeah...

I'm slowly working my up into writing a poem. You can thank the student teacher we have in English for that. xD But anyways...

Lovely, love. <3 Yet again.

Thanks. I really like this one, too. I was proud when I finished.