These Dark Waters  

I want your opium convulsing in my veins
Your nails like shattered glass
Raking across my skin
To taste the salt
The sweat
The tear shed in regret

Submerged in these dark waters
A murky baptism
This pool of vice and death

I feel the smooth latex fingers
I taste the cobwebs on my mouth
I swallow your most delicious lies

I feel your nails like shards of glass
Across my back
I taste the steel as you place the blade
Upon my tongue
Leave me here alone, in pieces
Bleeding dry beneath the sun

Submerge me in your waters of vice
I have brought no offering to this place of penance
I have brought only blood
Spurting from veins in the night air
I have paid the price
For what I have done

© 2006 Margaret Haugen