Not Quite Emo

Death wears a camo jacket
and combat boots,
not much else. Her hair
is pitch over pale complexity—
eyes sharply lined and shining,
pout painted crimson.

She casts a grim gothic
shadow, reaping
prolonged glances,

And when
Death cuts,
it’s not herself
the scythe slashes.

Death does not bleed.

Eric Blanchard’s poetry has been published in numerous literary journals and reviews, both on-line and in print, including Autumn Sky PoetryRust and MothBorderlands: Texas Poetry ReviewPudding MagazineAmarillo BayTurbulenceLiterary Orphansand Poetry Quarterly. He currently lives and writes in Dayton, Ohio.