Ted Bundy Dreaming

  
age five Ted Bundy dreaming
while he was on the hunt
the television dripped crimson

sometimes I wonder was it my own blood lust
telepathically sent that inspired
a wild little girl with death on my mind
I fantasized about being his prized possession
was I the one he was trying to impress after all?

killing and raping
the ultimate Sadist
who kept complete control even in the afterlife
keeping vigil over the corpses
lest their souls escape him

a Goddess over this universe and all verses
masochistic in nature
required a true dominating force of nature
with lusts that mirrored her own

in me he found a home
a place for Ted Bundy the Demon