Confessions Of A Poetess:  Deeper, Daddy

My eyes opened and he entered my dream.  
He wore an electric glimmer to the depths of  
my awakening. I sparkled within,  
my hands around his neck in my mind where  
I ravaged him.  I called him Daddy.  
 
My path of degradation is littered with his scent,  
the bedsheets woven from his cloth.  
And I strung him along into my endless black night.  
I was just a cute girl, but he doesn’t know my darkness,  
how I can fly to his dreams to brand his soul with  
the likes of which he has never seen.  
How I hunger with greed, I just want him, no, need.  
 
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Could you just fall into this dark of my heart that  
yawns to taste your blood as its rivers trickle in  
stalactites of fossilized yesterdays,  
I bore them all for your emergence.  
It cleanly kills my yearnings to write and etch  
its rusty walls with your poetry, see, I never needed you,  
only wanted and craved, my nails clawing your heart  
to become like cave art; immortal.  
 
My tongue to lick yours, I poison you this way.  
You contract my insanities and taste them for yourself,  
to curdle your veins like a fever, then enter a freefall  
by which I want you deeper, so deep you forget yourself.  
To become like me you must die a little inside,  
I can kill you this way and I can write you back  
into existence.  This you will pray for.  
 
After seeing all I’ve become, within me are only mirrors  
and only your true self will you see and be companioned by.  
But my love will surround you like a flock of shrieking birds  
and you will forget you rest on shifting sands that seek to  
trap you, frozen in time.  So deep is the abyss,  
the bottomless well, yet you will desire its depths  
and it will pull you inside and make your mind high.  
You will float in a cloud of words I devise.  
You are the poetry I hold deep inside.  
Scream, but no one will hear you, but the words  
will come out by my ink and you will be inside out.  
Oh, beautiful folly.  How I will decorate you in  
smatterings of my whimsy, my fine Daddy.  
 
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Plunging deep, I felt you intensely,  
your knife tip nicked my wanton carelessness.  
I only care about your depths to which I fathom you  
nightly in my lucid dreams as I invade and walk  
among yours, littered with memories of all the girls  
you kissed.   They were all me, somehow,  
they became me as I swallowed their thin castings.  
 
I made you forget them to only remember me,  
my apparition, I brand you with my insanity  
and what sweet undoing like a sugar rush  
numbs the brain, I numb your fears.  
They are not gone, just hidden from view as  
I mirror you.  Deep inside I am no one  
and into this nothingness will you fall,  
hearing my hollow cries,  
Deeper, Daddy.  
 
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