Oh, How I Bleed

Oh, How I Bleed

A Poem by Marie Harrison
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A horror poem of betrayal

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Oh, How I Bleed

In the darkness of your wretched heart’s throbbing shadow

Lurked a leering secret life of vile deception

One of a sinister nature directed straight towards me

 

Even though we shared the same comforting abode for many years

And slept soundly in the same downy bed

I felt this ominous thick grey cloud of danger hover above me

As I slept and during my waking hours too

 

Your repugnant hatred for me boiled in your eyes

Would constantly haunt me and cause me to even watch my back at times

Yet I never heard a hint of hostility transparent in your words

It’s only in the coldness of your touch on my bare skin

The violent force and ravage hunger of your body for mine

Devoid of any warmth or humanity

 

But life shifted quickly like an earthquake in the night

The ghastly night you held me tight in your arms grip

With a jagged knife’s blade pressed

Against the pulsing main artery of my neck

 

The evil words of betrayal you whispered softly in my ear

How pleased you were when I gave

You the antique hunting knife for Christmas

That very cold December morning of our honeymoon you knew

Just how you would use it against my neck one day

To finally cut me out of your life forever

Oh, how I bleed!


© 2011 Marie Harrison



Author's Note

Marie Harrison
I wrote this for the creative poetry group.

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Now I am all upset again. I read things like this
and wonder--- just wonder.
I have the love curse. I love, give, invest, play,
spend, adore, pursue and never understand the
hurt, using, take, grasp amd destroy that others
seem to practice. Somethngs missing.
Enjoyed the writing, it is always superb.
------ John

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Nicely eerie, a very scary and sinister tale.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Very well done, creatively :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


Good..

Posted 6 Years Ago


This was eerie and echoey. Wicked. I love it.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Dark!

Posted 6 Years Ago


This read like a murder mystery story.... only you gave all the hints away... we knew it was coming...... well written with good descriptive imagery although very morbid and scary ........

Posted 6 Years Ago


Nice job!
The story here was penned so clearly.

Posted 6 Years Ago


There's a popular movie that uses the catch phrase, ' there can be only one.' I guess at some point we all feel that way. You create a bold undercurrent of 'dare' in the poem that's indicative of your own participation in the encounter. It certainly refers to an equanimity in the forces so arraigned. The flower against the blade. Equally matched? A poem that leaves room for more.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Exploring imaginings and dramatic perceptions... Being a victim (by choice) is a very, very hard role BECAUSE you either have to KNOW you are OR not know. You can suspect but that is still within the provenance of "know". Knowing you are - empowers the above... and can lead to some awesome conceptualizing as to whom the real victim is! If you had no clue - then the above doesn't work.

As a poem its like watching a "Lifetime" TV movie on Sat TV.

Chris

Posted 6 Years Ago


Perfect one (Y) .. Darkness

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Marie Harrison

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