My words so smooth, glossed over your heads with commas scraping whatever is left of you. Commas cut, I’ll bleed you wet. Red velvet fluid vignette. You know I’ve got the combination to the blood bank (anything but) safe between your thighs. So attached to death, advocate for the flies. I’ll get out what’s good from you, just to be close to your peak moment. And you’ll know I control it.
Red Velvet Fluid Vignette was also transformed into a spoken word musical composition. I hope you enjoy this writing piece and another taste of why I have been continually referred to as a visual poet.