I’m getting antsy. Because I haven’t killed anyone since last Friday, my need for power and dominance is building up to a crescendo. I get in my car; well, actually it is my former girlfriend’s car but she is already dead. To make a long story short, she was Friday. I always labeled my victims by the day of the week that they met their end. The moon is behind dark clouds as I peer through the dead of night to find my next victim. I am excited and quite titillated when I see a young woman at the side of the road looking in frustration at her flat tire.

Her leather mini skirt is hiked up to spotlight her rounded ass as she bends over the tire. But it doesn’t really matter what a woman looks like because it’s feeling control that turns me on and the rest doesn’t really concern me. I am superior and I will show her how to tremble and fear me until the last drop of her blood has leaked out onto the ground. I shiver in anticipation as I pull to a stop behind her and get out of my car. “Do you need help, I ask?”

With a helpless smile on her face, she simpers, “I can’t get the lug nuts to loosen. Would you mind trying?”

She hands me a flashlight and I get down on my haunches to take a look. I turn back to reassure her that I will be able to take care of it and I can see right up her skirt. She’s not wearing panties. This is really going to be an exciting evening. I turn back to her car and she says in her sweet voice, “Here’s a lug wrench that you can use.” That is the last thing I ever know as she smashes the wrench down on my head so forcefully that pieces of bone and brain matter spray in a pink misted arc.

I am now somewhere up above, looking down at the bloody scene and can see a big smile turning up the corners of her lush mouth as she says, “He is Monday!”

Does passing a needle through lighter flame sanitize it? 

Or is that shit too imbedded in the metal,  deep in it's hollow core? 

...I'm putting my money on the latter. 

And on this table. 

And I don't even think I care how dirty it has become. 

Tick,  tick,  tick. 

There's that monster,  releasing its teeth and loosening those claws. 

Relief. 

Release. 

Feeling that burn like a fire lit under my ass

I like it

I love it

"I want some mo--"

Wait,  what? 

I brush off that temptation of food like

Dust from my shoulder. 

It might kill my buzz

Buzz

I'm a busy bee tonight. 

It's all good. 

I sleep off the down.  Sleep off the headache after.  Sleep off the cough in my throat. 

Hack hack. 

Jack Jack jacked up

Again

Before the monster starts to growl

Before the monster gets mad

Day something

I lost track

The monster wants to dance.  

Claws sink into my back

My belly

My mind

I breathe in deep but

This shit isn't good enough. Want more. 

Need more. 

Take more. 

I see my pattern.  

I'm all in this shit like the glass

Is all in my lungs

And my veins

And my blood cells

And my brain

Matter! 

Brain matter.  Do brains matter?  Does it matter?  Monster mash time. 

I see my pattern but I'm inside it,  I guess. 

Dancing on

Dancing along

Danse macabre

Wait..  Is that what it was called? 

Idk my bff monster. 

It Burns. Bad. I want more. 

Can't have it in this cage. 

Day something. 

Can't have it.  The monster strolls through these bars. 

It wants me to have more.  I want more. 

Cant

Have

It

But..  I want it so bad.