Friday, 10 February 2023

Squirms

 


Swirls into view,

she wears the moonlight

like a sequin dress. Dazzling you.

Dancing with every step,

a butterfly skipping between flowers.

Her smile demands attention,

speaks softly with affection.

Calling. Drawing you near.

Making you drop your guard,

the cloth of fear that you hold so dear.

Taking away all of your weapons,

your clothing, your armour,

every scrap of covering. Baring the soul within.

Your frayed comfort blanket thrown to the wind.

Naked and completely unafraid.

 

She calls closer still.

Her smile, so sweetly it pulls you over.

Those lips offer such tantalising release

from bad thoughts that you wish would cease.

Finally you feel at peace. At ease.

Closing your eyes, inhaling the fragrant scent

of flowers and dew draped leaves.

 

The smell becomes a stench,

fetid, festering, fogging your head.

Eyes blink open and in that moment

the world around you plummets away.

The dream before your eyes starts to sway,

twisting into a terrifying nightmare of the dead.

The smile now a grimace of hate,

blood stained stumps of sharpened teeth,

the haggard nose being eaten from within,

eyes that you wouldn't want to fall into,

not like lakes but vast swamps of hurt

where vicious beasts lurk.

 

She has you now,

trapped within her grasp,

never to be free,

a cursed being, not able to flee.

She devours you,

piece by piece, slowly.

Taking pleasure

in your agonised squirms.

Stuck in this eternal nowhere

longing to be anywhere but here.

 

 

 

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