Inside
I’d done it before.
I’ll do it many times again.
Feel the soft gnawing in my ventricles
and soft clawing in my veins.
It’s all the same.
Feeling your angels bully my demons.
Interesting social taboo.
Interesting.
Interesting.
Interesting to you.
It’s a bit like that feeling,
When you run for the train and miss it.
Oddly disheartening, though you wait for another.
You know it’ll come.
But when?
Oh when?
oh When?
I’m waiting, suitcase in hand.
It’s that shadow in the hallway,
The unshakeable stalking.
The tongue of a monster
Licking your soul.
Lick.
lap.
slup.
Erotic be the demon.
It’s that half full bag of chips.
That glass which you thought wet but bone dry.
I am the second coming.
The unwanted sister.
The twin unborn
Unruly.
Untamable.
I’ll eat at your mind.
I am the third.
The last one standing.
The laughter in the darkness.
When all the world falls black.
I am the noose.
The knife.
The pill.
The angel of death.
I am the unshakable you.
