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POSTMORTEM COITUS
Staring back at me
Lifeless eyes
So recently deceased
Still staring I lean in
And kiss cold chapped lips
Panic fear adrenaline
The realization of what I’ve done
Murder - death
Of what I’m a bout to do
She struggled so much
The fear of death can really
Bring out the life in one
I touch…
Neck – breast - nipple
Lower - stomach
Her body’s hardening
Cool to the touch
Chilled to the bone I move
My hand trembling - unsure
Lower still, abdomen - pubic
Short is my breath
Lungs clench - anticipation
Stomach knotting – nervousness
I exhale… lower still…Gold
Her genitalia still warm
I step away from the body
Blood staining my face ghastly white
I strip - I’m erect - I’m safe
No chance of rejection or
Denial
Ridicule
I lay on her carcass - frigid - no resistance
Penetration – illicit - intercourse
Necrophilia…
As I slowly inject I think…
Thoughts of all those who - female
In my insecure youth rejected me
Ignored me - now never again
Thoughts of this as I climax
Injecting with such rigor now
Blis comes - perfect
Fully – totally – completely
Injected is the venom
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Comments (1)
July 29th, 2008 at 2:54 pm
had this for awhile and thought id left everyone get acclimated to some of the darkness that populates my writing.
hope this isnt to harsh for this forum.