Fire stoked higher
flickers white and seared
he stank of sweat and ephedrine
muscles strained to where they tore
racing a frenzied circle ever tighter pace
until no longer could it be borne
and so he feverishly swore
never again, pray
again
Meat fell from bones
his hands greasy from fat
when he saw in shadows
cast by fire
the flesh he consumed
was his own
Red line was just a hairline
motor tweaked by a billion berserk bees
nightmares like daydreams playing with children
alive in a toxic multicolored slasher movie
until no longer could it be borne
and so he feverishly swore
never again, pray
again
Meat fell from bones
his hands greasy from fat
when he saw in shadows
cast by fire
the flesh he consumed
was his own
Author notes
Inspired by the title of this contest.
A contest entry
- My Horror, My Dream. My Reality by x Simply x Me x.
425 points, ended August 5, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is very creepy! But in a good way cuz thats what im looking for! =] I like the abstractness and how you can interpret this in many ways. Great job
Thanks for entering !
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