The play (dark subject matter) first edit

[serge gurkski]

The Play

The iron rich metallic sting still strong in my mouth, <<< that sounds good but … are you referring to the taste of the sting here? If so – with iron being a metal – the phrase is slightly redundant. Alternatively one could write: this sting of steel ... Otherwise: good opening line (medias in res)

the seemingly lifeless body sprawled across the couch. <<< „seemingly“ gives it away and is not very sexy as a word. The construction of this first sentence is unusual. It is not strictly grammatical, but because this a poem, I will read it as elliptic. The elliptic element (the one missing) is the verb connecting the first with the second clause. Because of the content of the poem with its juggling between perspectives, it makes sense to me. If you want to go grammatical, insert a verb after “sting“ in the first clause and end line 1 with a full stop.

Pulse quickening, vision still a blur, <<< this and the next line: another incomplete sentence.

franticly pacing back and forth with thoughts of what the neighbors may have heard. <<< Ok again, if intended for effect.

As I calm myself I move slowly towards the body,

taking note of every bruise, every scratch, and every gash,

focusing in on her throat, I notice my firm grip had left the appearance of a rash.

This horrific sight made me ask myself “how could I do this monstrous act?”

Then I realize that in fact, this is just that, an act.

For an act is a part of a play, a play in which I am a part of.

And in this play, this disgustingly beautiful play.

I am the playwright, the star, and the critic,

But most importantly I am the audience, gazing down in complete awe of my performance.

For this disturbing little act I am required to play many roles.

So many roles in fact, that I often lose who I am, and find it hard to keep my sanity intact.

But one role is constant, never changing, and always the same,

the role of the victim, the beaten and restrained.

Peering down at the shivering body I notice a bit of blood

Removing it with my forefinger, I close my eyes, savor the moment and rub it on my tongue.

Again! That metallic sting erupting my senses.

Sending lighting down my spine, leaving me in paralysis, vulnerable, and defenseless.

As I regain my faculties I see the body begin to stir

So I grab a near by steak knife and plunge it into her

Twisting and turning the knife, I begin foaming at the mouth

Nothing has ever brought me such pleasure like watching this body lose its life, right here on my couch

In anticipation of the moment i close my eyes basking in thoughts of my sin.

Awaiting her last exhale, and eggar to breath it in.

Excitement has overcome me, I really cannot wait.

Starring into her almost lifeless eyes I kneel down and whisper

"did you enjoy you're last first date?"

Welcome Ryan,

I started a line by line but it would take too long to go through it. Not because your text is bad but rather because there is too much one can say about it. So, let me summarize:

I like it. I am not quite sure if it is a poem or a prose piece. For me personally, that is not too important. The content made it worth the read. There are some nits with I vs i in some lines and next to last line should end with a colon, direct speech in lat line should start with a majuscule ( a D). stuff like that. But I am not even a good copy editor of my own stuff, so I will leave the job to you or other critics.

Here, e.g.

" Again! That metallic sting erupting my senses.

Sending lighting down my spine, ...!

Why the full stop after "senses"? etc.

Here (as to content):

"So many roles in fact, that I often lose who I am, and find it hard to keep my sanity intact."
I would throw out the middle clause, because the reader has noticed that already by now. ,-) the whole line
I would throw out the whole line , was it not for the possibilty of irony (intact sanity), hopefully intended by you.

The eggar is interesting ( a ref to The Silence of the Lambs).

One last word: The I/she switching is not really consistent logically, but I get why you did that on narratological and psychological grounds. The logical problem is that you (the I of the poem) occur twice as the victim persona: 1. person comes it to sensations, 3. person when you invoke these sensations (by inflicting pain upon yourself . ,-)

Enjoyed the read

cheers
serge

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Just noticed you spread it all over the place. Fitting the content but maybe a tad confusing in the long run. ,-)