The Aftermath of Your Betrayal — Poetry

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The Aftermath of Your Betrayal

Cupid has judged me
Found me unworthy–
not enough, again

So I bind these breasts
this clitoris and vagina
tight-fisted in steel

Unbreakable
Impenetrable

No one shall pleasure me now
Not even myself

© 2018 Lori Carlson. All Rights Reserved.

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Demon Night – Poetry

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Demon Night

the moon rises
a dark woolen blanket covers the earth
night creatures become still and silent
awaiting their feast

only then do I stir from my grave
into the pitch of night
to canvass the streets for loners
the forgotten souls, castaways like me

from atop buildings, I seek my prey
then zero in with a whoosh of my wings—
silently I cast my spell and lure her away
back to my mausoleum

inside the stone structure, she dances
upon my coffin, mesmerizing me
who is the killer?
who is the prey?
dance over, she sprawls across the coffin
alluring and sensual

in a moment of weakness, I kiss her
as the demon in me screams
I must do this, I simply must!
and with a growl, I rip out her heart

I open the other coffin
and feed the heart to my bride—
for one more night, she will be mine

©2016 Lori Carlson. All Rights Reserved.

Bid Me Rest – Poetry

Death hangs over me
like storm clouds
I am mere bones
feigning to be whole

If you look closely
you can see
my skeletal sockets
where blue eyes
once shined–now empty
lifeless, no beauty

See these arms?
Trace each scar
feel each vein, deaden
I’ve leeched
blood too often
no pulse

And this battered heart?
A fisted stone, hardened
by years of love lost
beats became stillness
even you cannot spark
a rapid response
no currents

I am dead
reduced to bones
bury me
and bid me rest!

©January 2016 Lori Burks