Scarlet the Harlot

This is another poem about a girlfriend cheating.

Blood on the walls,
Blood in the halls,
Blood from an animal's balls;
Blood from my hand,
Blood from a man,
Blood from a man with no balls.

Scarlet the Harlot,
Crimson whore,
Bread off a dirty old floor;
Stiff near a man,
Who bled from my hand,
is flushed all over the floor.

Blood on the walls,
Blood in the halls,
Blood from an animal's balls;
Blood on the bed,
Blood from the dead,
Two lifeless where they fall.

Scarlet the Harlot,
Crimson whore,
Bread off a dirty old floor;
Pale white waste
With anemic face
Cannot betray me anymore.

Paul Hickey Copyright @ 2012
3-18-12