Red Viscous On Black Fur
A little background for this one.
I submitted poetry to a couple magazines. One got four honest attempts. The other one got this one. They said they only wanted "visual visceral VOICE" poems, and wanted "no inspirational, no philosophical musings". Well, that bothered me, cause I tend to skew inspirational in my poems when I'm not portraying something visual. So, since they said they wanted "visual, visceral", I decided to give it to them. This poem is me thumbing my nose at them a bit. Lol, someone should tell them to be careful what you ask for. ;) Cause all it takes is a jerk like me to give them everything they said they wanted.
This poem is written to be deliberately difficult to read.
Red viscous on black fur
Life giving liquid released with a squirt
Ugly scarred hole, burnt into flesh
Last gasps left wanting breath
Claws grasp at empty skies
Sights, sounds fade with one last sigh
Fangs in muzzle gnash with one last breath
A violent end for a worshiper of serial death.