A Crime of my Passion

[agirlnamedbrie]

Berry stained fingertips
Paring knife drips juice
Cut fruit flesh
Bleeds fresh

Beaten and battered
With the last stroke
a bitter lemon gasp
one more vanilla sigh

Abandoned to red heat
Window holding no consolation
for wretched inescapable fate
As the clock counts down

Sweet repentance
Milk white shroud
Lain across the glass pedestal
They mourn as they partake