Every Day As the dusk-stain on the horizon Turns orange and violet, he wakes Rising, to embrace the night, search for me No place is safe to crouch and tremble Hearing his footsteps and whispering chuckle His glee with the game, his delight in the find Flaring nostrils pulling in the smells of fear Brine of silent tears tumbling from my eyes Folded like origami in the hiding place I rise, pleading quivering hands before me His cool fingertips grasping and tugging Pulling me close, pressed ever so close To feel the strength and need vibrate Through our bodies to curl his hands Around my arms, iron bands tightening Looking into my eyes with bloodless iris The gleaming smile framed by thin lips His questing moist tongue dancing My chin raises, drawing in breath For the fight, the scream, the struggle As the dam breaks to shatter the silence The kiss, oh the kiss, every day Smothers sound, tamps the fear As he tastes and soothes my flailing psyche A noise slides from his belly, rising slowly Until it fills my mouth, and breaks the kiss Roaring loud in the night sky, primal Gleaming daggers jut in silhouette Then flashes quickly into soft flesh Sipping, then drinking until my ears hum And my vision begins to darken and fade Please, let me die, let this end tonight My body slides to the dew damp ground A near empty vessel, depleted and weak Not enough for another desperate tear Just the curl of fear and defeat fluttering Like my heart trying to gain ground As I hear the papery laugh retreating Footsteps fading into the ink-coated night He shouts, on the morrow, my love. Entry for "The Writer's Cramp" 40 lines 4/19/15 |