Curse Mark

Black Blood,
this tattoo of ink, alive.
Black and red under the skin enduring,
Tainted power, a fatal flower of latent talent,
inner caution,
hellish abjuration, gruesome execration,
insanity

Salvation, abandoned,
ungrateful, disbanded,
frigid waves of heat,
unbound and unleashed,
colder cauterization,
flesh sizzling from his right shoulder,
flecks of flexed muscle,
intense, dark tensor ripples,
gravity

pulling down to the harshened dirt,
calloused hands that fail to stop his weight,
burning eyes that fail to stop and wait
hurting
surging hate
curving waist...?
slender wrists, enveloped sides,
retreat
darkness
enlightenment
sparking artifices,
arms that swallow his hatred whole,
yet still able to contain it better than he,
inexplicably, she,
with eyes of glowing green that scream "GO"
and a rain-fed river of tears,
with an embrace,
has ended his suffering,
for now.