she sees reflected
a huge, pulsating, grey leech
attached to her
she looks down
at the man down on
her and sighs
just a dude
the guy I picked up
the cute blonde
but in the
mirror, he looks different and
she feels numb
he hasn't arms
no legs or feet or
any recognizable features
she feels heat
his warm, wet, hot breath
and another sensation
shifting her hips
she feels him press harder
he bites her
"ow," she murmurs
but softly, encouragingly, he continues
she wants more
her heavy eyes
look again to the mirror
her body limp
the leech is
growing-filling with her blood
she can't move
her eyes close
she is close to coming
her pleasure pulsates
her life empties
into the round, tooth-filled mouth
of the leech
as she dies
his greed consumes him and
the leech pops.
heidi
written: 10/18-22/18
I had a thought, what if vampires really look like leeches, and that is what is reflected? And thus, the leech was born. I wrote in bits over a few days, which is rare for me to do with a poem. I also wrote it as a series of Collom Lunes, because it is my form of choice. (I love those little fuckers!) There is probably some sort of metaphor for my Depression here, but I am hoping that I am finally past the I-may-die-from-this part of my illness. Anyway... I wish that I could draw, because the visual of the leech in my head is pretty gross and I wish I could post it here. I may try to draw it anyway and see if I can come close to my vision.
a huge, pulsating, grey leech
attached to her
she looks down
at the man down on
her and sighs
just a dude
the guy I picked up
the cute blonde
but in the
mirror, he looks different and
she feels numb
he hasn't arms
no legs or feet or
any recognizable features
she feels heat
his warm, wet, hot breath
and another sensation
shifting her hips
she feels him press harder
he bites her
"ow," she murmurs
but softly, encouragingly, he continues
she wants more
her heavy eyes
look again to the mirror
her body limp
the leech is
growing-filling with her blood
she can't move
her eyes close
she is close to coming
her pleasure pulsates
her life empties
into the round, tooth-filled mouth
of the leech
as she dies
his greed consumes him and
the leech pops.
heidi
written: 10/18-22/18
I had a thought, what if vampires really look like leeches, and that is what is reflected? And thus, the leech was born. I wrote in bits over a few days, which is rare for me to do with a poem. I also wrote it as a series of Collom Lunes, because it is my form of choice. (I love those little fuckers!) There is probably some sort of metaphor for my Depression here, but I am hoping that I am finally past the I-may-die-from-this part of my illness. Anyway... I wish that I could draw, because the visual of the leech in my head is pretty gross and I wish I could post it here. I may try to draw it anyway and see if I can come close to my vision.
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