I know one day they will get me. And they will not be friendly. They will come in dirty white cars. A tarched linenjacket. Buttoned on the back, hands are covered in rough fabric. Wrapped in cold steel. Rivets in my eyes. Sand in my ears. Your flesh between my teeths. My hands, these hands, loody, dissected and shaky. These hands which wanted to be caress, tender and gently. There is blood under the fingernails, filamentous cuticles. It smells sour. Sour and toey.
My ribs are broken. The heart is visible through my wide open chest but it does`t beat anymore.

No blood in my body, cold the skin and sore from your blows, hard strikes with words like roses, wine and promises. My cock withered. Decayed between my legs during waiting for you. There was a dream. Once. Something squelched. Wide open legs, tough dripping mimsy. Waited.

I`ve waited

Slept on my knees with an ear at the doorlock. But you did not come home. Not during the fustily, waning days. Not during the seemingly endless days. Sought your face in the sodden pale faces of strangers. Laughed at me. I din`t laugh. I never laughed. Never. I reflect. I wished you would draw a smile on my mush with your vulgar red lipstick.
I`ve waited.
Whispering brain sang a low carol, out of tune. Fumble my bristly chin. No lips. I have no lips. Not anymore. I have eaten them. For I longed yearningly for your lips which never touched mine. I saw things vanish between these lips. I saw things disappear into you. Deep. Hard. Throbbing. Vibrating hot flesh. Between your lips. Buggered deep into your love tunnel, your seeping asshole. I`ve heard you moaning, groaning, wheezing, screaming...  

I`ve waited

Stood under your clouded window down on the street. Smoked my lungs sore. I was under your bed. Shattered my teeth during i bit the handle of the knife. I was at your tongue, at your hands. Inside your greedy holes. I tasted sweat. Tasted cock and cunt. Piss and scat. I tasted cum. Drank it out of your shoes. Sucked it out of your panty. I`ve waited until the last punter was gone.

I`ve waited

You didn`t wept when I kissed you. You were quiet. Very quiet. You laughed when you perceived the knife. The blade on your throat. I saw it in your eyes. You did`t believed it. My hand played with the knife. Sauntered all over your trembling body, stomach, womb. You whispered weeping:
Please - Don`t.
Soft slipped the sharp blade into your most vulnerable place. In a flash my face was full blood. It was your blood. And it tastes sweet, so sweet. Flowers were growing out of your breasts. Flowers from pain. Flowers from fear. The veil of knowledge lies over your wide open eyes. You recognized.

You are mine

Punched my fist onto your mouth. Punched my fist inside your mouth. Again and again. Punched my fist into your asshole. Punched my fist in your bleeding cunt until i got tired. Then it were quiet. Clamoring.
No one will hear you. Never more.

You are mine

Kissed your frazzled lips, ate them. Ate my own lips. Ate you.
Once I`ve heard you groaning - Eat me, please, eat me. 

Lay down on you. Stroke your disheveled hair. Where you`re looking at, my love? Why are you so quiet?
I know, my love, i know. I was never meant. But this time I am your lover. The best you've ever had.




Sleeping on my knees
An ear on the door lock
The doorbell rings. You're not coming
It is the postman
He will bring me a parcel. Inside is a knife
I had engraved three words:

You are mine








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