Flip the hip

let it rip

step to beat

dancing feet

toe tap echo

art deco

more, more

encore

melt in heat

feet fleet

heed the cry

within your blood

kick it high

rhythm found

pulsing sound

emancipate

before too late

body heat

wild feet

in the street.

The alarm goes off, piercing through the cold December morning. It is still dark – all the stars seem to have died. A tangible darkness, like a shroud. Like my shroud. I’d felt at peace while asleep; the alarm changed that, allowing the darkness to sit on my chest like an incubus paralyzing me.

It sings a pleasant tune – more a lullaby than an alarm. In its pleasantness, I sense an evil. A smile that holds knives at the ready. A smile that will slit your throat even as you smile back. Yet it won’t stop ringing.

I grope at the darkness and find a drawer whose steel handle is like ice. I’m about to shove the alarm in, when I find the things I’d lost. Things I thought I’d lost. A long time ago. And among them, a mirror with a golden frame shimmers through the darkness, inviting me to look.

I do and I see again the ugliness I’d forgotten, a resignation, a despair, all woven in. I throw the mirror in after the alarm, and a brief flash shows it to me – shows me the spider’s web in the corner.

I collect my resignation, I collect my despair, and I walk towards the web. I bite my thumb to draw blood. I spit out chunks of skin, erasing off the prints of my fingers. My swollen eyelids burst in pain. And I get the spider’s attention.

My knees tremble for I know it’s the end. Yet I keep walking, one foot after another, on a single silken thread. I see it rise from slumber, its drool spilling, my ugliness mirrored in its ugly eyes. It smiles and reminds me of my alarm clock, the clock that started this mess. I feel no desire to turn back. I walk, I surrender, I’m consumed whole. Then there is nothing but darkness. All the stars seem to have died.

#surrealism #streamofconsciousness #prosepoetry #prose #poetry #fiction

His eyes were cold and lifeless as he stared at me. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”

My heart raced, I wanted to hug him, I wanted to tell him that eventually I would remember us. I desperately wanted to press my coffee stained lips against his just to see if anything would come back, but I knew it would only hurt him. I knew that any physical affection would just be a false hope. I would never remember us. I wouldn’t cry over a relationship that had, in essence, never happened. So I did the one thing that could possibly save him. I shook my head, and let him go. I saw a single tear escape his eye as he turned from me, and walked down the street. I watched as he disappeared into the bustling city, a man I once knew, but would never remember. A sigh slipped from my mouth, it was time to start my new life.

Alleluia. “oh god” screaming, moaning empty existence on a verge of climax. her lips devour every inch, saliva dripping, suctioning sounds. The white of his eyes, elusive thoughts and a fistful of her hair.

Bound and gagged, tattooed skin, warmth of her body and melting formed wax figurines. Knife play and hallucinogen drowned thoughts. Candle burnt wick, slave to my desires and conquered dreams.

Broken white powdered covered skin, fallen cigarette ashes, bourbon breath. Needle plunges, a moment of clarity, weary soul her smile the most perfect addiction, a muse to his past.

I licked the congealed trail of sweat between her alabaster breasts but couldn’t feel a response coursing through her sensual body. I flicked my tongue in little caresses as I traveled further down the center of her being until I tasted the nectar from her innermost core. Still she did not move. I grazed her inner thighs with my fingertips trying to arouse her.

I moved upward toward the lovely silken skin of her face and kissed her full mouth and pressed my tongue inside, devouring her very essence. She did not kiss back. I raised my head and notice that the sweat between her mounded bosom was no longer trickling downward and was tinged with little pink flecks. I tasted the moisture there, finding it to be salty, almost metallic, with traces of copper or iron.

Then I remembered! I was so angry and completely out of my mind when she told me she was leaving me. Flashes of red had obliterated my vision, as I thrust my knife over and over again into her soft throat. I couldn’t stop! I couldn’t ever be without her and I couldn’t share her with another man. She must be mine forever! I stabbed her until she ceased breathing. And I realized that I no longer had existence either. My heart and soul were gone. What had I done?

#fiction #murder #horror #RedFlashes #erotica

She was so lovely when she smiled -

a lavender vision in yonder field.

But oh, the brutal battles we fought

screaming and yelling word daggers.

Assault aimed in loud sound waves

piercing our bones and laying waste

to our battered war torn souls.

Ragged stimulus to evolving lust

she bit my lips first in anger

and then sucked ravenously on them

with a purity that belied her truth.

I grabbed her wet naked body

as she turned from me with scorn.

My frustration mounted, peaks of rage

I held her down and plunged within.

She freed one hand and slapped my face

then moaned and trailed her tongue

like a wet snail down my torso,

brought me to that liquid place once again

before leaving me alone in tangled sheets

disdain for me walking with her footsteps.

The war bruising our tattered pith

began to raise its threatening battle cries.

Reluctantly I knew I must arm myself and fight

challenge of battleground before she destroyed me,

trapping me wavering in our war zone forever.

#Challenge #Frustration #erotica