A Taste, An Obsession

About my Hematolagnia; a fetish for blood.

A prick from a triangular edge,

A separation of skin layers,

The bite and cold,

A warm dribble,

Red ambrosia,

Blood

Silently,

It cascades,

Gritting teeth shudder,

As the pain subsides,

And strange pulsating pleasure replaces it

Stinging, as lips encase the veins,

A forbidden taste, a tang,

Fills my nostrils up,

Making me drunk,

With lust,

Savoring

Writhing,

I'm appeased,

Only for now,

Tomorrow I will repeat,

And feed the beast within,

My sacrifice of flowing red rivers

Author's Note

This is not done for self-harm reasons, but for satisfactory ones.

I tried to keep an interesting, mysterious for of flow going. And while not focusing on syllables of ending word rhymes, I tried something new, and took a word off every new sentences, then repeated it backwards. Do you like it? Is it interesting?

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Gulp. I have a paranoia about blood and wld faint at the prospect of letting it. Even writing this ..

Moving swiftly on.

I love the execution of the verse. I like the shaped poem. It wld look great lain on its side with the ends of the words pointing upwards like a bar chart of emotions.

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

This is very interesting in word choice and subject matter... the structure gave it an almost diabolical voice, at least it did for me. Nice write.