Blood and Baptism

Blood and Baptism


Steel encircles ankles and wrists
the sacrifice displayed for the unblinking eye
the pristine white sheet covers the gore-encrusted mattress
concealing it until the trap closes

The steel had coerced her to this place
unwillingly driving to her own doom
piercing soft flesh to silence struggles
forced to leave her world behind for desolation

Steel escorted her up the rotting stairs
into the chamber of so many dooms
served as counterpoint to an offer
malice disguised under a sheen of reason

Misled but defiant, she bared her body
looking at the unblinking eye
buying her freedom with her flesh
unknowing of her appointed fate

Soft hands caress her own flesh
teasing forth unwanted sighs
Harder hands seek out her secrets
guiding her to her final bed

Eyes closed in shame and pleasure
she misses the last sign of her danger
Steel closes on flesh, her eyes fly open
taking in the gore-spattered ceiling

Screams echo off of unhearing walls
cries of pleasure yielding to terror
unheard by any but her captor
and his unblinking co-conspirator

Now she is made ready for me
exposed to eyes and camera
my tongue laps crimson liquid from her breast
My rampant member pierces her innocence

"Soon, my precious, this will all be over
blood will cleanse your rotting soul
purified by pain, you will rise
sanctified by my pure love"

My hands tease involuntary moans from her
our mutual pleasures rising
steel traces thin lines over flesh
drops of crimson answer its call

Now as pleasure rises higher
steel cuts flesh across her breasts
against her will, despite her pain
still she answers pleasures call

I feel her shudder as blade slices belly
Not in pain, but her final climax
soft flesh and muscle part for steel
entrails glisten wetly within

My own climax now draws nearer
hers has yielded now to pain
screams drawn out with ropy viscera
weakening with every thrust

No more delays, "the final scene,"
I whisper in her bloodied ear
I place the blade against her throat
"Cut," I say, and draw it through

Bright crimson splashes against the ceiling
baptizing us both in sanguine hues
my pleasure finds its last completion
her eyes go dim as life flows out

Did she feel me spend within her?
It doesn't matter, I have the film
her final moments, shared with strangers
enriching me almost as much as the memories

Slowly, I uncuff her limbs
lift her up from where she died
see the pattern of her life's blood
crimson stains on whitest cotton

I carry her from desolation
to the thawing pond beyond
slip her into clear still water
never to be seen again