The Play
The iron rich sting still strong in my mouth,
the seemingly lifeless body sprawled across the couch.
Pulse quickening, vision still a blur,
franticly pacing back and forth with thoughts of what the neighbors may have heard.
As I calm myself I move slowly towards the body,
Pupiles fully dialated, bloodied fists balled up tight,
Mentally taking notes of this beautifully horrific sight.
In disgust ask myself “how could I do this monstrous act?”
But I realize, 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 magnifecent 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 lightning 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 hatchet and plunge it into her
The sight of that warm crimson nectar made me foam 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 eager 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 your last first date?"
The iron rich sting still strong in my mouth,
the seemingly lifeless body sprawled across the couch.
Pulse quickening, vision still a blur,
franticly pacing back and forth with thoughts of what the neighbors may have heard.
As I calm myself I move slowly towards the body,
Pupiles fully dialated, bloodied fists balled up tight,
Mentally taking notes of this beautifully horrific sight.
In disgust ask myself “how could I do this monstrous act?”
But I realize, 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 magnifecent 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 lightning 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 hatchet and plunge it into her
The sight of that warm crimson nectar made me foam 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 eager 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 your last first date?"
Ugly on the skin, lovely from within..