Look At Me

What do I look like to you from outer space? It must be easy to judge so far out of reach–a panoramic view of my sins displayed to be measured. It is not enough that I repent daily for deeds disgraceful. I wait for the droplets of salvation to cleanse me. But salvation from who?

Revenge I Regret

I beat your heart black and blue, a tender plum to sink my teeth in juice dripped from my lips, copper penny flavored–oops! that was your life red viscous death that pooled at my naked feet, diluted by the salt water falling