You See What I Saw It Was

[04.02.00] » by Laura Cullem

I think it was the metal

That I noticed first

Tarnished well, like an antique

In crimson glaze immersed

The word it whispered:

"Beauty"

Pounded in my brain

And gave me joy, so much joy

A word that kept me sane

Blood I noticed next, I think

Blood, the thing that warms

Whether dancing beneath the skin

Or saturating forms

A drop of it, I focused on

That like the pewter shone

And like the red, the brightness there

The two, together sewn

You see it was not he, but me

I kept it in my mind

For as long as that metal lived

That metal lived as mine.