Goodbye with Style by Bernadette Marie

Goodbye with Style

by Bernadette Marie

I grab the blade, I deeply press

Along my arm, in red, I dress;

So warm it flows, and drips like lace....

Distinctive smell, metallic taste.

So quickly does my dark mood lift-

I dream of stars as my mind does drift.

Sleepy now, and my lips do smile,

As life is slipping away all the while.

Oh, what a shame, the pearls, blood-stained...

And as they say, aren't easily gained.

But the flowers, though fresh;

Still smell like death,

And my beautiful corpse has champagne breath.

© Copyright Bernadette Marie 2012. All rights reserved.

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A Knight Chills Guest Blogger Poetry Presentation.