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The chill spreads throughout my body, 
her fingers are crawling up my side, 
tracing dark circles in my scarred skin,
like spiders as they move higher, 
leaving nowhere left to hide. 

I think I must be melting into the pleasure of her hands, 
a drug echoing throughout my tortured shell, 
a new game to play,
numbing the pain and slowing the tears,
giving me blissful heaven instead of hell, 
a thread starting to fray. 

Her touch starts to grow faster, more urgent,
trailing purple lines of fire through my mind, 
I gasp, the flames flowing into my throat and lungs,
my skin burning, our bodies entwined.

Whispers come hazily through my ears, 
poison slowly feeding acid flame, 
the pain returning much too strongly, 
my sanity twisting, never to be the same.

I try to fight her darkness, 
as it overcomes my tongue,
slowing my ravaged thoughts and brain,
yet I wait eagerly for what I am to become.

A snarl, a roar, a scream of pain, escaping from my mouth,
my charred body changing from its ugly, human shape,
an animal hunger born from the relentless tears that were
inside,
from this creature breaking out, 
I know there's no escape.

The wind laments, saddened by the choking smell of death,
but it only fuels the red, and I'm tearing at my own flesh,
her eyes are flashing wildly as they brim with alien light,
looking at her hands and mine, I'm surprised to see them
mesh.

A dance begins, a ceremony,
in the flickering of the heat,
my blood spurting to the blackened ground,
and we both stop so we can eat.

I drink it in, this elixir of life,
it's essence soothing to my sores, 
the cuts on my wrist burning but I just lick them in
dismay,
this hunger to consume myself, filling my burning core.

Her teeth are sharp, so beautiful, as they reach for my bare
neck, 
and my mouth looks longingly for hers, plunging into fiery
vein,
I drink, saturating myself with this new color, as she does
the same to me, 
like butterflies, or tigers, creatures never to be tamed. 

I think, I must be melting, into the pleasure of her fangs,
a drug shattering my brain as I slowly fall away,
surrendering to bliss, forever, the gorgeous darkness of her
eyes, 
my hands entwined with hers ...the thread already starting
to decay.
Posted: 2008-04-28 20:35:31 UTC

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