Obsession

• Casey Webster, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2009

You’re a part of my obsession,
Lying on the floor,
I can see you bleeding—
Red ink soaking the floor.
I can feel you trembling
As you lie in my arms.
Trying to catch your breath
With bloodstains on your palms.
I can hear you screaming
As you writhe in pain.
Can you hear my voice
Calling out your name?
I want you to feel me run
These red tracks through your skin.
I want you to understand
The twisted love I feel within.