MicroHorror

Seduction is an art,
And so is death.
To fan the spark of life,
Until raging flames consume the body.

She died in ecstasy, you know.
Sobbing her thanks,
As her soul burned away like a wick.

I can still feel her now.
A heartbeat unique among millions.

Within the heated flow of her veins,
Had lain the throbbing birth of womanhood.

Untouched!

An unmarked page,
Floating in the rain.
She danced between the drops,
Waiting for my pen to make its mark.

How could I resist,
This island of purity,
In a sea of sin?

The deep longing within her loins,
Given voice through quickened pulse.
It cried out for me,
And I raged in turn,
To cleanse my soul in the waters of this untapped well,
To douse damnation’s fires in this virgin’s red fount.

Gentle, so gentle the pursuit.
A soft smile to mask my fangs,
A caress like silk from razored nails,
A knowing look with earthy promise,

And suddenly, so suddenly,
She was mine!

Fragile little leaf,
Twirling in the wind,
Crying on the edge of eternity,
For the thunderous release of the storm.

Within shadows her flower opened,
Within whispers her petals fell,
Within shivers her womb curdled,
To the cold offal of a dead man’s seed.

Fruitless rite, empty husk, innocent damned.

She seemed familiar.
Did you know her, Abe?

Perhaps your other lambs will bring me peace.