Dark Refrains

I am rolling in the brambles
That cover the ground.
The thorns penetrate my skin
And blood oozes out
Like the delicacy of red berry juice.
My skin is warm and sticky
As the blood is smeared over me.
The droplets run into my mouth.
A sweet metallic flavour
Lingers at the back of my tongue.
I keep rolling and pulling
The tentacles of spikes around me
Like a blanket of barbed-wire.
The blood stains the brown earth
underneath me to damp darkness
And I feel myself grow faint.
        © 17/6/2001