by Mark Meyer

Created on: February 12, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

-Monster-

My breath sings lyrics of bloody lust and craving
over the quickening rhythm of my ravenous heart
Anticipation thrills my eyes to widened white readiness
attuning my senses to the savage potential of this moment
An instinct so primal and hoary I can smell the salt of flesh
urging me from shivering fear on into frenzied excitement

Bound wood groans with the weight of my quarry upon it

as if subtly warning the doomed of my presence and intent
A glossed paper rag captivates the creature's attention
filling its mind with opiate delusions of security and future
My heedless prey saunters through the illuminated passage
enjoying the very light that spawns the shadow in which I hide

A soft, white gown flutters about its tiny feet
gaited swiftly but falling in short succession
A stride that thrusts its hips from side to side
offering the alluring impression of vital vibrancy
It is an innocent pace that screams of youth and energy
drawing forth saliva in my mouth to coat my teeth and tongue

I strain to quell my compulsion to pounce upon it now
and ruin the potent pose of slumber, which I so relish
I must compose my eagerness with refinement and purpose
lest it be wasted in a manic display of feral brutality
No, I must maintain a balance - both beings must be fed
the savage, unclean man and the calculating, tasteful monster

It has been hours since I've become the intruder
skulking my way inside this den of latent anguish
I invaded as the civilized fauna plied wares for wages
instilling itself with the hope of a summery morrow
It was safe from me there amid the solidarity of its herd
but it has strayed from the flock without noticing the danger

The grip of desire seized me what seems an eternity past
with the clicks of locks and the cry of hinges turning
Solid heels bounding from one room to the next with futile toils
brewed my blood to a vicious concoction of silent angst and quiet revelry
Seething, I bid my time savoring the spices of anticipation
while it fed, fattened and rested its way to violent oblivion

But its turning now, from the lighted hall into its fragrant chamber
where soft music and dimmed bulbs create an ambiance of tranquility
Perhaps it will read for a while, imagining distant lands and times
exciting itself with tales of torrid love and tragic affairs
So I will wait until darkness consumes this delicate domicile
and motivated to retire, it will close its crystalline eyes

...

Each and every light was systematically extinguished just moments ago
after the clatter of metal on porcelain

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