Day 197 – Sleeping Sin – Whispered Words

Your blood soaks into my skin,

as I bathe in what you were,

what a word that is,

were,

the past,

and not the present,

it was  before I forced it out,

with a slash of my knife across your throat,

do you remember it all?

when you wriggled and you writhed,

when you screamed and you chocked,

as I held you down,

I remember your eyes pleading with me,

but it was all too late,

your life was almost over,

but my thirst,

would never be that way.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. You are a true master wordsmith!!!

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    1. Thanks so much, it was like a slug in an apple this one, it worked its way out of me, chewing on my insides 👍

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  2. jac forsyth says:

    ‘as I bathe in what you were,’ oh my lord, that’s so deliciously creepy.

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    1. Creep factor ten 👍

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