Let me be your prey… one more time.


“When was the last time you heard her voice?” was whispered.
‘I can’t hear! I can’t hear!’ Chocking with tears he cried out.
(more whispers. more voices. faded. Indistinguishable.)
‘I heard my name among the voices! I begged for my hand to be held. But she, once more, disappeared in the folds of my imagination…’
He launched himself across the room, started banging on the door, rattling the knob, screaming ‘let me in’…
‘LET ME IN!
I need my voice to be heard.
I want you to see my scars.
Let me in; I want you in my life.
I need you to pet my cat.
I need you to share my bed.
Let me in.
My flesh left once more
streaks of blood on your gate
but they don’t scare me anymore.
They don’t scar me anymore!
I have no more bones to break
no more fingers
no more nails
to scratch the wood of your door
to burrow my way through your walls..
All I have are muffled screams
they come to you between sobs
Let me in
I need food and drink
I need sex
I need a bed
Let me in
You are my home…
Let me in’
She opened her ribs like a peacock,
like a peacock butterfly,
spread her flytrap in the sky.
Venus. de Milo? Venus In Furs?
Her kiss on his lips once more,
froze his heart in her grip.
“I told you to came back…
I can never have enough
of the taste of your flesh.”
In her lilting voice she said
while taking another bite
of what was left of his heart…