The Blood
-after Carrie, by Stephen King

Carrie White burns in hell
dancing like a moth in a flame.

Through a twist of thought
and a mind unparalleled
time shifts, objects move
as a force of nature

Spinning in a paradise of doubt
young woman on the edge of life
kneels to the taunts of others

Disgraced, lonely mother
scared of sin, crucifies
her only daughter
with claustrophobic fear

Burning away at an emotional core
the dizziness of dreams unfolds
into a nightmare of crushing revenge

A stage splits a body in two
fired from the heart of burning hate
all that laughed cindered to dust

Carrie White burns in hell
dying like a moth in a flame.

Robert Kennedy