I reach for the bottle.
My thoughts are misted with codeine and alcohol.
Not really living at all.
Polaroids of dimming lights hide the cloudy whites of the walls.
She whimpers and cries as she crawls away from me.
I take another shot of whiskey and force myself upon the vulgar whore.
I try to ignore the horror in her eyes.
She tries to keep me away, helplessly.
Her body squirms under my weight.
I kiss softly along her neck.
It all started with a shot glass,
A line of coke and a pack of cigarettes.
A plume of smoke; a thick fog of falling ash smothers my room.
I am aroused and wandering out to be amused.
I strike at night and satisfy my appetite.
Following closely behind.
She looks back and makes eye contact.
A smile sneaks across her lips.
My heartbeat skips.
I'm going to take her home with me.
I'll show this slut what suffering is supposed to be.
Soulless and empty.
It all ended with a heartless and cold moment of callousness.
Just like the tattered remnants of her dress;
her vacant and butchered body.
Sick, I'm nauseated by the bitch.
This foulest hunger.
No one is watching us anymore.
A precious memory ours alone to keep.
She'll dream of this in endless sleep.
Soon I'll breathe in this wilted flower.
Inhale her pollen of stolen ecstacy.
Feel pain no longer and pacify my hunger.
You're my feast.
A tumbler gripped firmly in one hand,
a revolver swaying gently in the other.
Quivering, my body shakes with revulsion.
Her life ends. My life extends.
I am well fed.