His fingertips begged the door forward,
Deadlatch cocking like the hammer of a gun,
Barrel pointing accusingly
At his head, but only in his mind.
Inside, a radio hissed indifferently,
Keeping away the awkward silence
And circular self-criticism
That follow indecision.
She was splayed across the table
Like a mis-strewn peninsula,
Her supple features were made subtle,
Under unsympathetic plastic.
While he paced the night away outside,
She had waited here for him,
Quiet, patient, uncomplaining,
But then again, she had no choice.
And, of course, neither did he.
Everything was as it should be;
A whole night of weary walking
Had landed him back in this room.
The sun’s rays, uninvited,
Creeped in like a wartime gas.
He covered up his sleepless window panes;
This was no sight for the sun to see.
And with an air of excitement and surrender,
He removed her from her artificial wrap,
Spread her apart in a razorblade ritual
And consumed her crystalline curves

4 Responses

  1. plastic is not sympathetic at all, you are right, it is an asshole. our little real-life science experiment for creating a world of flawless seams, pulled curtains and fake, rubber dreams.

    very chilling, oddly captivating and definitely rape or murder. sounds like a GOOD episode of CSI miami. you should definitely either write a collection of poems or a group of short stories. you would be one of the few authors i would not need to have heard the title of the book before i bought it, because seeing your name on it would automatically authenticate quality!

  2. That was pretty frightening… everything about it was ominous and dark; sunlight described as a wartime gas. I also get this feeling of conflict within the murderer, especially as he enters the room. And because this humanized him, it only served to make it more chilling to me.

    I’m not entirely sure what happens to her at the end of the poem, and I guess it’s up to you if you want to tell me what you had in mind, but did she literally get eaten?

  3. This poem is not about rape, murder, cannibalism, drugs, or any isolated thing.

    Instead, it is about the obsessions that we all face at one point or another, and the decisions that we make surrounding them.

  4. Her curves are crystalline because she is a food product filled with sugar. Temptation comes in many forms.

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