Blood In the Air (Part 2)
I slide through
the darkness
within your walls,
following wires
to their heart.
Solidifying in your basement
I shred your fuse box,
turning your house
into my domain.
I follow your
fluttering heartbeat,
circling you,
I can smell your blood,
can almost see its scent
curling through the air,
leaning down
close to your face
turning my head
this way and that
captivated
with the fear
in your eyes.
A growl rolls
from my throat
as I start to salivate.
Staying,
part in your world,
part in mine
I resume circling you
picking up speed,
causing a whirl of wind
for you to feel,
almost comforting,
playtime begins
........................Now.
I start slashing
haphazardly
with my claws
like thousands
of knives
in a tornado
surrounding you,
your blood
is lifted
by my wind
speckling the walls.
The whole time
you wail
reminding me
of a gothic symphony
that I choreograph
my attacks to.
Becoming whole again
the last
of your blood in the air
showers down upon me,
bathing me in your essence.
Now its time
to shake your grave,
I push you
onto your back
and straddle you
then lay you open
from the bottom of your neck
to the end of your belly,
with bone crushing force
shatter your sternum,
then slide my fingers
between your ribs
and rip open
the protective cage
around your organs,
I wish you could see this,
I love to share.
Sitting their
watching your heart beat
what I have left for a body
screams for a taste,
reaching down
I slide my hand
under your heart
cradling it in my grasp,
feeling the rhythmic thump
of your life pump
is too much for me
and I squeeze
until it bursts,
then hunker down
to for fill
my lust
for what
you were created of.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2008
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