Diabetic Veins

            Mining's
            never easy
when blood-rich tunnels turn
coagulant. Thickened broth for a
          vampire.

                  Razor Dreams

                            Pounding
                  legs, gasping breath,
          racing down Fleet Street; there's
      Sweeney Todd, pie-faced, offering
                            close shaves.

                  Master Carver

                            Silver
                  moonbeams cast cold
                  etchings on pale carved stones.
                  Scythe in hand, Death whittles, his part-
                            time job.

                  The Ghost of His Hand

                  Shallow
          Bruises blush   blue
                  Hidden by my sweet smile
                  Bruises fade but their ghosts always
                              Linger