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An Insatiable Hunger
It starts like this...
She’s standing in her room,
looking at her
reflection
in the full length
mirror.
Putting herself
together,
Making sure everything
is just right.
In the reflection of the mirror,
She sees
you
enter the room.
She stands
frozen.
The silence,
ear piercing.
I’m watching her,
watch you
through the mirror.
Her gaze, precise.
unwavering.
I’m watching you
watch her,
Slowly approaching,
Like a wolf stalks it’s prey.
Desire
deep in your eyes,
Like you want to
devour
her.
She still hasn’t
moved.
You slither
behind,
Wrapping
your arms around her.
Pulling her
tightly
into you.
With firmness,
confidence,
assertiveness,
As if you owned her.
Still, she doesn’t move.
Her gaze,
piercing.
I wonder if you notice it,
The complete
terror
illuminating her eyes.
I can’t keep my eyes off them.
It has me
trembling.
You must not,
Because you
delicately,
slip her hair off
her shoulder,
to the other side of her neck.
Revealing her
soft, sun kissed,
skin.
I watch her
shiver,
the only movement
I’ve witnessed.
Still,
silence.
Gaze,
still laser sharp.
You begin to
kiss her neck.
Slow,
quick pecks
Building up to
deeper,
intense kisses.
I notice,
not once,
do you meet her gaze
in the mirror.
In fact,
you’re oblivious to
anything
besides your grip
on her body
and your affections
on her nape.
You are
wholly consumed
in this exchange.
An intense hunger
permeates,
It’s uncomfortable
watching
I shift my focus back
to her.
I can’t take my eyes off
her piercing gaze.
As I watch all
the emotion,
dim from her eyes.
Numb,
almost lifeless.
Finally,
you look up,
meeting her gaze.
She remains frozen,
silent.
Gazes locked,
your right hand
slides over her mouth,
gripping tightly.
Your left,
rising up,
settling
across her throat.
Your hands
look monstrous
on her delicate body.
You grip her
tightly
and begin dragging her
backwards,
towards the bed.
She falls limp,
eyes wide,
but devoid of emotion.
I’m horrified.
I scream
for her
to fight back,
to at least, scream.
Something!
Anything!
But, no
Nothing.
You gently
lay her on the bed.
Leaning
over her,
your lips
press against her forehead.
A seemingly endearing
moment,
but I’m perplexed.
Then
I see it,
the tears
welling up
in her eyes.
But she diligently
holds them back.
You reach
in your back pocket,
Pulling out a
knife,
Raising it above her,
Fear flashes across her face,
but she dares
not to move.
With one
quick,
forceful movement,
You thrust
the knife
into her chest, deep.
Piercing
her heart.
You meet her gaze
Tears
cascading down her face.
And softly
whisper,
Just so you know,
not a day goes by, that
I don’t think about you.
You pull the knife
out of her chest,
tearing
her heart,
one last time.
And walk towards the door.
Knife falls to your side,
Swinging,
Leaving
a trail of blood, behind.
An undeniable truth
left to stain the floors.
And then I wake up...
Panicked
Mortified
Then relieved, you’re not here
My mind left spinning,
Unable to settle it.
Thoughts ruminating...
Angry at you
Disappointed in me
She’s standing in her room,
looking at her
reflection
in the full length
mirror.
Putting herself
together,
Making sure everything
is just right.
In the reflection of the mirror,
She sees
you
enter the room.
She stands
frozen.
The silence,
ear piercing.
I’m watching her,
watch you
through the mirror.
Her gaze, precise.
unwavering.
I’m watching you
watch her,
Slowly approaching,
Like a wolf stalks it’s prey.
Desire
deep in your eyes,
Like you want to
devour
her.
She still hasn’t
moved.
You slither
behind,
Wrapping
your arms around her.
Pulling her
tightly
into you.
With firmness,
confidence,
assertiveness,
As if you owned her.
Still, she doesn’t move.
Her gaze,
piercing.
I wonder if you notice it,
The complete
terror
illuminating her eyes.
I can’t keep my eyes off them.
It has me
trembling.
You must not,
Because you
delicately,
slip her hair off
her shoulder,
to the other side of her neck.
Revealing her
soft, sun kissed,
skin.
I watch her
shiver,
the only movement
I’ve witnessed.
Still,
silence.
Gaze,
still laser sharp.
You begin to
kiss her neck.
Slow,
quick pecks
Building up to
deeper,
intense kisses.
I notice,
not once,
do you meet her gaze
in the mirror.
In fact,
you’re oblivious to
anything
besides your grip
on her body
and your affections
on her nape.
You are
wholly consumed
in this exchange.
An intense hunger
permeates,
It’s uncomfortable
watching
I shift my focus back
to her.
I can’t take my eyes off
her piercing gaze.
As I watch all
the emotion,
dim from her eyes.
Numb,
almost lifeless.
Finally,
you look up,
meeting her gaze.
She remains frozen,
silent.
Gazes locked,
your right hand
slides over her mouth,
gripping tightly.
Your left,
rising up,
settling
across her throat.
Your hands
look monstrous
on her delicate body.
You grip her
tightly
and begin dragging her
backwards,
towards the bed.
She falls limp,
eyes wide,
but devoid of emotion.
I’m horrified.
I scream
for her
to fight back,
to at least, scream.
Something!
Anything!
But, no
Nothing.
You gently
lay her on the bed.
Leaning
over her,
your lips
press against her forehead.
A seemingly endearing
moment,
but I’m perplexed.
Then
I see it,
the tears
welling up
in her eyes.
But she diligently
holds them back.
You reach
in your back pocket,
Pulling out a
knife,
Raising it above her,
Fear flashes across her face,
but she dares
not to move.
With one
quick,
forceful movement,
You thrust
the knife
into her chest, deep.
Piercing
her heart.
You meet her gaze
Tears
cascading down her face.
And softly
whisper,
Just so you know,
not a day goes by, that
I don’t think about you.
You pull the knife
out of her chest,
tearing
her heart,
one last time.
And walk towards the door.
Knife falls to your side,
Swinging,
Leaving
a trail of blood, behind.
An undeniable truth
left to stain the floors.
And then I wake up...
Panicked
Mortified
Then relieved, you’re not here
My mind left spinning,
Unable to settle it.
Thoughts ruminating...
Angry at you
Disappointed in me
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