The Flowering Mind of a Psychopath
Author’s Note: This collection of three poems gives a voice to the "inner psychopath" in everyone's head. For me, this character appears whenever I have a zit on my face or peeling skin from my eczema. It’s that feeling when you know something will hurt so much but it feels so satisfying in the moment. It epitomizes the "devil-on-my-shoulder" concept but with softness and grace by describing the gentle touch of a flower, truly embodying the psychotic nature of the mind. This is just for fun. I am not truly psychotic (that I know of).
Bike Ride
I ride my bike on the road,
You fall and hurt yourself.
Pain shoots up the side of my leg,
It is an ephemeral satisfaction.
Blood trickles down my leg,
Brush it, what is it like?
I rub it against my fingers,
It's like velvet, smooth.
A gauzy, clear fluid oozes,
Budding with fresh sores, festering.
A piece of skin on the front of the knee lingers,
A petal, waiting to be plucked.
It’s a bit crusty, crunchy to the touch,
Can you feel it?
A crisp, sharp snap.
You’ve got more blood on your hands.
The skin around the cut is blush,
Fleshy and florid, watch it seep into a droplet.
Blood slowly drips like sap,
Pinching the sides makes the blood gush faster.
I patch it up.
Car Accident
First time driving with a license,
You miss the stop sign.
A four-way intersection,
A truck barrels towards you from the left.
I slam the pedal,
The pedestrian in front withers away.
The body is sedate,
Fleshy.
A bouquet wafts up to your nose,
The serene aroma heightens your senses - nostalgia.
Red patches paint the road,
Blossoming into a crimson lake.
I drive around it,
Don’t stain the car.
I look straight down the road.
No blood taints your innocence.
Drunken Affair
I take a few swigs,
What does it feel like to try some more?
I can conquer the world,
Intoxication blooms into exuberance.
The air is fragrant,
Can you smell your youth?
My friend just scraped her leg,
The metallic, evanescent perfume.
My breathing is clear and smooth,
Ethereal, breathtaking moments.
I feel a bit dizzy now,
Try standing on the railing.
My walk is funny,
Step by step, it sounds fun.
Adrenaline pumps through my veins,
Your heart beats accordingly.
Blood rushes to my head,
That juvenile sensation.
I fall and hurt my shin on the rails,
An adolescent bruise blooms across your shin.
It’s changing color,
A lush cluster of sapphire, blue and green.
I trace the edges with my finger,
Temptations.
I gently brush the top,
But do you press it?
