Art and Poetry

Woman of My Nightmares

 

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The sweat on my temple as cold as dew

My body anxious for something it can never have

Something it gave away because my mind forbade the presence

Now all I have are reruns of a favorite episode of the past

 

I kiss the air, mimicking the action of kissing your lips

The pillow between my thighs representing your hip against my pelvis

I feel defeated. I feel entrapped. I am a prisoner at your disposal

But I don’t mind; and judging by this erection my other mind doesn’t mind either

 

My anticipation is at the brink of spilling over

I grip the teeth of the head of my bed with readiness

I am ready. Take me. Cripple me with your passion

You smile at me with a cannibalistic eagerness

 

Your teeth grew instantaneously, as sharp as daggers

My excitement is intruded by an uninvited fear

You pin my forearms to the bed with a strength mightier than Samson

I think to myself: Shxt. This is actually a trap. I need to wake up

 

You bear a smirk on your face lined with ambiguity

You move in closer, your tongue hugs my carotid when you lick my neck

I reckon this will be your point of entry

I try to say something, but my tongue seizes to cooperate

As if you’ve put an embargo on my words

 

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You dig in. My body jerks upwards, frozen in fright

You drink my blood relentlessly, like a fine Florence wine

I feel my soul evaporating like a puddle made victim to the sun

 

“WAKE UP PLEASE!!!” IS THE CRY MY BODY MAKES

 

As its skin shrivels and its bones shrink under your countenance

You break from your drink to look at my suffering

With a silent, diabolical laugh I notice your teeth tainted red with my blood

 

You open your mouth freakishly wide. Wide enough to swallow my cranium

I notice your tonsils enlarged to the size of a church bell

I close my eyes and imagine heaven’s ambiance. I am prepared to die to satisfy you

 

But I am awakened. Spared another night. To live another day.

 

Secretly anticipating, tonight’s rerun.

 

– G.B

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