Tugging at my shoulder
soft hands turn to claws
that seep in
refusing to release me
… fading
your fragrant breath
on the nape of my neck
sweet roses and pink flesh
then something else
washes it away
a biting smell
pungent
over ripe cheese
… gagging
place your lips there
just under the ear
then with the tip of the tongue
trace the contour down
to my neck
leave me panting, gasping
as you bite
razor sharp and precise
a cherry sundae
… draining
dizzy now and reeling
there’s little left of me
you’re pale and bloodless
I as well
yet you’re hot to touch
too hot, and smooth
the pain you invoke
excruciating, pleasurable
it’s all okay up to a point
it’s when the gentle purring
leaves
the song stops
a last call
that’s when I hear it
the screeches
three wild screeches
wild bird calls
craven calls
that rip me apart
… dying
a bird attack
high pitched and piercing
there’s more to you
than the surface
that damn song
can’t you bring it back
… no
predatory female spirits
fluttering
always a price to pay.
– matt at shadowofiris
