Dark time

Wasn’t sure I still had the talent

to turn up the heat

Since I’ve been standing in the dark

with my head turned to the echoes on the wall

and I’m standing here with a knife clutched tight

and I press it to my scorched skin and wait for you

My lungs are slow and steady filling with intent

my mind a black and focused instinct

and I’ve got patience to stand here

in the dark, and wait for you

a tiny spark inciting a fever

a scream that bounced around and settled in my nerves

A slip of the blade and there’s a drip pinging

a rhythm that beats inside this cave

An animal awakes and my eyes can see

as this dark lifts and drifts into a twilight dream

My lips curl up and my teeth are sharp

And you step so close and unaware

I can’t believe I’ve waited all this time

to devour you, and swallow you down

into this darkness of purest delighted torment.

 

 

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Author: doing2016

I started writing when I was very young. Then I was mortified on a bus full of people when one of my stories was read aloud. I lost my focus and quit. Now, I'm trying to find my voice and my ambition. I love to write, good or bad. So, I'm doing it here and now. Thank you.

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