Your Ghost, It Appalled Me Poem by Sarah Gamutan

Twitched muscles, eyeballs dropping
There's so much confusion; contraction.
Bear with me dense bones, it's free-flowing blood
It splatters, small blobs, and then teeny tiny spatter.

At first, it is red but that ball turns to blue;
Now i's rojo, running after me.
Knife was blunt, so was that night.
Free- flowing blood.

I know I killed him here,
Did he die, oh no.
The plasma, his elmo
It vanishes; like him
Splashes of avenging fire.
It splatters, small blobs, and then teeny tiny spatter.