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.
Bernadette Marie has granted Knight Chills non-exclusive rights to display this work.
© Copyright Nomar Knight 2012. All rights reserved.
A Knight Chills Guest Blogger Poetry Presentation.
