Poetry by Karisa Tubs

Bloody Tears

Bloody tears
Make-up stains
Red across the window panes

A hand in the darkness
Gropes the ground
A puddle of warm sticky shit it has found

Touches the wall
Slides across
For a second, thought it was lost

Tries the light
Sorry, it's out
What the hell is this about?

Shutters flapping
Banging loud
Pounding like a noisy crowd

Easing through the darkness
Damn it! Tripped
What the fuck was that shit?

Look at the floor
What do I see?
Stone-cold eyes looking at me

I look closer
Then I see
Another pair staring blankly at me

What is this?
You ask, I confide
It's a murder-suicide

Return to the December Table of Contents

Reviews Updated for 2009! | Issues 2001-2004 | Links | About DMR | Home