Short poem: Night mare

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Nightmare

Blood, and more blood
On my hands 
In my hair
It never seems to wash away. 
Always there
Always there
In my sleep
When I wake
Blood and more blood
Her blood. 

Red Hair and Crimson Kisses,

We check the hallway,
Must never be seen,
If it's clear
We kiss,
If it's not, there is always later.
I take her had in mine shyly
Lovingly
But they're whispers when we are together
Rude comment just loud enough to be heard. 
I smile at her to reassure her 
Or myself
I wonder if it's worth it
Then I remember red hair and crimson kisses
It's worth it. 


"I wear the cheese it does not wear me." Bald Man, Buffy the Vampire Slayer.