Sleeping Girl
there you sleep
so sound and quiet
while the air vents hum
and clear away my cigarette smoke
and i am awake,
because i, dear girl,
have no worries
for you lay there so still
in this bedroom of mine
only to wake up smiling
beside me
and i am happy here
inside this room
early in the morning
while you sleep and dream
of pleasant things
of things that make me smile
for when you wake
and yawn
i am here
for you
to hold
Peak
exposed
and naked
our bodies pressed up against one another
performing this play for two
you the protagonist
and me the antagonist
thrusting my knife
deep into your loins
until you moan and sweat
and cry for god
and yes, god is coming soon
and we roll around
pressed our hands into each others backs
your nails digging deeper into me
and you scream
and you shake
speaking in tounges
and i tremble
and we stare into each others' eyes
until we finally fall asleep
on the floor
About the author:
I was born and raised in Michigan. When I was growing up I was exposed to a lot of reading; Kerouac, Bukowski, and Corso sparked my curiosity most of all. Shortly after high school, taking cues from On the Road, I decided to hop a Greyhound across the country and ended up in Anaheim California, where after 6 months of a Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas-esque lifestyle decided to move back to Michigan and join the rest of the workforce. My interest in the occult, serial killers, sociopaths, horror films, philosophy. music, psychedelia, and abstract art have a significant impact on my life and my writing. The world is our canvas, do with it what you will.
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