trigger warning: gore/violence
the best part is you know you deserve it.
the ones you tortured glide in and out of your present:
those shadowy, taunting ghosts
who know just what you did.
maybe you wronged us, or dream of wronging us. you can’t tell
if you are fascinated or repelled by us, and that is why
you try so hard to ignore us.
we are the vampires and the succubi
and the sirens and the mermaids. we are your hell.
we are here to castrate you.
we are here, plunging our fists
into each and every one of your gaping chests, ripping out
that bloody, pulsating organ.
we sink our teeth in as we once did
to that sweet forbidden fruit, sucking the juices from our fingers.
you may only watch and whimper.
what was once a murmur carrying on a breeze
has risen to the pitch of a banshee’s tormented scream
and whose death, do you think, could it mean?