Flesh Red
by erikash03
I am bursting with blood,
sickening but joyful.
Bursting with blood
in a city of meat
and plastics.
Crying,
the taste of parched lips
with the pangs of muscles.
Red eyes
in a red land.
I am cloaked and longing
amongst the plaster.
I wish I could see something,
but all is the fleshy crimson.
Es rojo. Es roja.
I have cried out to the gods
and they showered me with molten glass.
I am frozen and burning.
Frozen and burning,
in bitter glass.
A powerful read. It concludes nicely with the wrath of gods, and the image of the narrator’s demise, in the last stanza.