Skin

Blood soaked oranges scented the room with rot.
Glass shattered and red wine gushed over pristine white marble.
Crystal glinted red.

Soft tufts of intrigue beneath the sweet white cotton
snagged a breath of passion and
wetted eyes wide with desire.

Frosty bursts shattered the silent scene
as snow billowed into the thick pools of crimson.
From his grisly tastes for gore.

Soft flesh tore smoothly from the rusty blade
as it slashed and shrieked with unrestrained need.

The room breathed silently, shimmering crimson
and distress.

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Since this poem is getting hits like crazy, for those who can stand the horror, feel free to check out my short story called Night After Night that inspired the nastiness. 
 
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