I Mean It In The Best Way

I want to sink my teeth into you,
bite against the back of your neck,
rake my claws down your side
and curl them against your ribs.
I want to penetrate you
in every way possible,
while you breathe
and bleed
and believe
in resurrection.
I want to feel your heartbeat
rage.
I want to listen to your pulse
shriek.

I want to drink you down to the last drop,
swallow you whole,
take you into me,
and snuff the light of you
in my own fire,
suffocate your every dream,
until no fibre of you remains
that isn’t wholly painted with me.

Then
and only then
would I let you go,
purge you from my heart,
leave you in the gutter,
on the side of the road,
in the corner,
on the floor,
somewhere forgettable,
everything about you used
as you were meant to be,
fuel for my powers,
my dreams,
and nothing more.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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1 Response to I Mean It In The Best Way

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    Terrifying. And beautiful. I don’t know how those two things can work together like this, but they do. You, Jones, are fearless.

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