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[aid] => mick
[title] => Exquisite Corpse II
[time] => 2006-01-10 15:50:52
[hometext] => A second helping to satiate cannibalistic desires...
[bodytext] => The inside of the shed was a single room, long and narrow. To the right was a stack of black plastic bags bulging with oddly shaped lumps, distended here and there with gases, reaching halfway up the wall. To the left, just inside the door, was a deep freezer large enough to hold a man. Yeah, this man! Shut up! She’ll hear you… Mistress will hear you, and have her way for an even longer amount of time… It wouldn’t have mattered… Nothing mattered now. She had left me to suffer the tortures of my own mind to gather whatever ungodly tools she was going to use on me. I repeatedly told myself not to look anywhere else other than at the ceiling, but my eyes kept wandering to the rows of long shelves that ran along the back wall, bearing objects carefully arranged and frequently dusted. A number of polished skulls, their hollow eye sockets packed with dried roses. A mummified ribcage fragile as an old scripture. A pair of slender-fingered hands resting at the bottom of a gallon pickle jar, preserved in grain alcohol. I plan to use the alcohol for a cherry liqueur… She probably had been there all along, shrouded in the darkness, reading my thoughts, smelling my acrid trepidation. Her arms were wrapped meaningfully over the sickeningly pale thighs of one of her countless victims, the same predator smile and malicious shimmer in her eyes. The poor man must have been dead and decapitated for more than a week, hanging upside down from a steel meat hook thrust through the tendons of both ankles. His skin took an ashy pallor and a slightly crinkled appearance. His arms were trussed at the wrists and pulled up to his sides, the ropes tethered to the meat hook, helping support the weight of the body. I couldn’t help but think, with a growing sense of certainty, that she had a darker fate waiting for me. I slit the belly open and removed the entrails as soon as I killed him. You had to remove the entrails; otherwise the body would bloat and sometimes rupture in a matter of hours. I took the heart and lungs, too. He was a scrumptiously sweet boy, meaty on the backside. A soft melody of chuckles followed by that signature smirk of hers. I felt her glacial fingers travel up my right side as she circled around me, a lingering sting of razor sharp nail, then the warm rivulets of blood. She teased me with tender kisses, persistent and tasting of the blood that she licked from my first wound upon the countless yet to be inflicted. Regardless of this new entity that I had previously thought of as innocent and frail, she was still… beautiful, still holder of my heart, though I scorned myself for letting it be so. She was going to end my life in the most wretched of ways, yet, somehow… I still love her. _____________________________________________________________________________________ He looked up at me with such frighteningly emotional eyes, impregnated with sweetly bitter tears of realization and something that began to resemble awe. I was, after all, his destiny. In his life prior to this, many women had probably tried to claim that role falsely, and failed. I had taken it by force simply because I wanted to… and maybe… a little part of me needed to. Maybe not. I knew that through his terror, through his sorrow… something in him loved that. But it would hurt… he probably knew that he could not yet conceive of the pain I would put him through before he died. He had no frame of reference for it; up till now the worst pain he’d ever experienced had been a busted ankle in a high school gym class. Despite his desperate efforts to conceal his contemplations, I read them all with ease. I didn’t want to keep him waiting, I knew he burned for the ruthless kiss of my dagger to end it all. I would give him this, yes, but in small doses. The perfect victim must receive the perfect death. There was so much variety in my choosing of weaponry, I knew naught which to grace his deliciously mortal body with first. I decided upon my most treasured knife, picked it up gently and placed it near his jugular vein. “Anything, you said?” I buried the point of the dagger deeper into the curve of his neck, wishing it had been my teeth instead. But I received the blood-curdling response I had anticipated for: a delightful crescendo of cries. I realized that I would have to gag him if he became any louder, less the nosy old hag next door would hear. “We mustn’t be too boisterous, my sweet. Because then I’d have to lodge a very uncomfortable instrument down your throat to silence you. And I would so enjoy to listen to you scream…” All he could manage were heart-wrenching sobs; I almost pitied him. However, that emotion was quickly replaced with monstrous voracity. _____________________________________________________________________________________ She had taken my calves and biceps with the swiftest of movements, but the pain was like a wire of infinite length vibrating at an unimaginable speed. I later came to realize that that was a mere sliver of what she was capable of doing. I knew I couldn’t bear the pain, but I had to. She became quite tired of the current toy she was using on me, and decided to change it for a better one. A sharper one. I couldn’t object to it, nor do much of anything else with my mouth because she had done what she’d promised if I became to noisy (well, if someone chopped off your left foot with a cleaver, I don‘t think you’d be too silent either.) I didn’t see what she jammed down my throat, but it tasted of latex and faintly of decay. You’re tasting the spit, bile, and blood that came out of a most- likely-dead man’s mouth… Do you really think that is of any importance right now? Stop you’re whining. This is nothing compared to what is soon to come. And what came was the most excruciating agony I’ve never felt. I thought in great despair and delirium that the pain might have been reaching some sort of climax, but perhaps it was capable of attaining infinite peaks. Her new choice of torment was a finely sharpened scalpel that was currently burrowing itself into the base of my breastbone. You’ve made me quite unhappy, lover. Her eyes were a melancholic shade of indigo, shimmering with what I hoped to be tears, but I reminded myself that monsters did not weep. The long fillet blade went sliding through my flesh, a shuddery cold sensation like the sick shock of a paper cut multiplied a thousand times. I raised my head. For what reason, I honestly don’t know. Morbid interest? Maybe. Human reaction? Most likely. She only smiled, her eyes laughing at me as she watched my demoralizing thoughts unfold. She had made a long shallow slit from my breastbone to my crotch, neatly parting the skin. I could see the layers of fat and muscle beneath, all palpitating with life and blood that was too quickly fleeing my body. She thrust the knife into the incision again, deeper and more determined. I felt the cold blade twist inside of me, severed some tough membrane with an agonizing crunch, then sank into vital softness. I heard my own blood seeping through the satin sheets and mattresses , pooling warmly beneath me and padding onto the floor. Blood filled my throat, welled past the gag and trickled out the corners of my mouth. She unfastened the gag and pulled it out. A freshet of blood and bile followed it. I coughed and retched, tried so recklessly to scream. It sounded like someone attempting to gargle boiling water. To my relief, she put the knife down, leaned over and cradled me, kissed my bloody mouth with gentle adoration. Yet, like everything else, it was only an ephemeral thing; her mouth ventured lower, licking my throat, my swollen nipples, the edges of my wound. I felt consciousness beginning to slip away, merciful blackness fogging my brain at last… But I was yanked back by the white heat of her teeth in my belly. Not just in my skin, or even my flesh, but down in my guts, pushing back the edges and thrusting deep inside, ripping something out of me. Rabid jaws churning slippery tubes. Stinking acids of digestion. Meat in her precious rose-bud mouth, dangling, dripping. Her lips were purpled with dark blood, her jaws chewing the stringy flesh. My own dear flesh. Please… I beg of you, end it already. You’ve sustained your hunger for me, and I have nothing left to give you. Only my death. And I sacrifice that to you willingly! I knew she heard me pleading for mercy inside her head. She was silent, not one thought or word flowing through her mind in response to my despair, merely a demand from her own yearning: FEED. Her bedroom eyes never left mine while she savored every part of me, making sure I saw the remainders of my liver become another cherished indulgence in her gullet. I saw her through a haze of red. The pain began to recede. I felt weightless, and very cold. The thought that it was nearly over soothed me like a lover’s touch. Her lips met mine in one final bloody kiss goodbye, and I let the waves of unconsciousness take me in to merciful death… into the endless hollow of her soul. _____________________________________________________________________________________ I expressed my undying love for him through the penetrating of his heart with my claws, though it had ceased beating hours ago. I told him that this was the only way he could stay with me forever, me devouring him. It was the only way I could feel his presence in the sepulcher of decay that was my body. I needed my boys’ flesh to taste rather than to touch. It took me a long time to feel they were staying. I’d eat their meat and it would become my meat, and I’d be alone again. But this one… this man ( I couldn’t refer to him as a boy, he was much more superlative than that) was everything I ever wanted... Everything I ever needed. And for this, I loved him. For this… I killed him. ~His carcass still laid in the slave quarters late in the year, blossoming like the giant stinking carrion-flowers that grew in humid jungles. His ravaged abdomen swelled and burst like red-black petals, a jubilee of rot. His putrescent fluids pooled on the concrete floor and in the hollows of his disintegrating body. What organs were left tumbled out like distended windbags, his decomposition rose wisps of steam and soft wet sounds of gaseous intimacy. The once perfectly structured face was now a shapeless mass of blackened flesh, the heart-breaking, ever-changing eyes were sunken in and useless, though I envisioned them to still be shimmering with terror and love just for me…~ [comments] => 3 [counter] => 245 [topic] => 13 [informant] => FleurdeSang [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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