Sunday

I was with my family and friends at dinner

When I looked down upon each of my wrists

And had gaping holes in them

On the underside of the arm

My arteries were open

With black holes like dark shark eyes

And blood was spurting out

And dripping beyond

I look over the white linen table cloth

And it’s soaked with my rich red blood

I feel wet coldness on my shoulders

As old blood from the ceiling sprays upon me

I awkwardly look at my family and friends for help

Only to find they have no faces

But traces of dust shadows

I arise with my palms at my side

I look lost and had panic eyes in my skull

I step outside to my red earth haunting

And the sky is dark

And the stars are pelting down to the land

Like fireballs from hell

Dark black clouds rolling

And brought deep thunder

A blood red lightning that came up from the land

Creating cracks of flowing red rivers

And leeches and parasites unearthed

With swollen glands and venous eyes

I died in my ache

As I became engulfed —

© 1999 David Greg Harth

99.06.06.12:25:00@FLT#1750

99.06.07.00:25:10@296NYC