bet you'll never forget me 
blood smeared on neck and arms 
my face almost blemish free 
the fright in my eyes 
are you frightened too
do not be afraid of me 
I cannot reach through plate glass
tear strips off you 
even if I wanted to
I do not want you 
I want that red dress 
hanging just behind me
I am obsessed with red
I would kill for that dress 
or cut off my right hand if needs be 



by Richard Ball