Nine Times To Live

A dark poem

Photo by Warren Wong on Unsplash

A white gown,
Red stream, and a lustful sentiment
With the smell of antiseptic
Only to be lost again
Omens of the day,
Shades of the night,
Got nine times to live,
But non-time to die.

Crushing my bones,
Piercing my thoughts,
Licking me in my
Unhealing wounds.

Rowing in Eden,
Red liquid of a Maiden,
Who is a whore in mind,
But a mockingbird in soul.

There is the beep sound,
There are the tubes,
And that old nurse,
I’ve got 9 times to live but,
Non-time to die