Candied Screams
Something touches
my ears
and glides right across
my heart,
the sweetest of screams
that I don't even realize
I'm causing.
I conciously make myself
stop digging into
the soft muscle
in the back
of your leg.
I've done this for so long
I lost where I was,
my mind wandered
back into the recesses,
into that little crevice
I dug out for myself,
down so deep
the walls are covered
in red ice,
(my ice),
see I dug it myself,
a nice little place
to call my own,
where I can take my prey
without being disturbed.
And that's where the paradox builds,
here I am
toying with my food
while I'm dragging another
down
to start the next game.
Now is where I get lost,
do I finish
the first one off quick,
or make the other wait?
On one hand,
I'm enjoying this toy
I've found,
I've been
playing with it for awhile
and it makes
really nice sounds,
but something new..............
the problem is
there is always
something new to play with,
in this realm
I call my own
I can always find prey.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2008
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