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necrophilia

by Aaron Blair

you're dreaming of a girl
who was never alive.
you were playing a game,
dress up with a corpse.

you wake up in the middle of the night,
missing her,
the way it felt to slide into
a vagina tight with rigor mortis.

in the absence of a heart beat,
you loved into a void.

she had all the right moves.
she was quiet when you spoke.
she never struggled when you fucked.
her skin always cooled the fever in yours.

some people are born dead.
this you understand.
this you told yourself
when the life flowing through you
always escaped her.

she locked herself inside a coffin.
you tried to follow.

you had to let her go,
because you could not go with her.
now she walks among the dead things.

it's what she always wanted,
when she was so busy
never wanting you.

09/09/2003

Author's Note: This is more metaphorical than actual. I got tired of watching someone moon.

Posted on 10/01/2003
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jason Wardell on 10/01/03 at 06:45 PM

metaphorical or not, SOMEWHAT? ;) regardless of the (c'mon... explicit) nature of this poem, it is very good. it does give a feeling of disgust followed by hopelessness. i love the lines "she locked herself inside a coffin. / you tried to follow." well done! :)

Posted by Kristine Briese on 10/01/03 at 07:34 PM

This is graphic, but nothing other than graphic would have worked. Excellent.

Posted by Rachelle Howe on 10/02/03 at 03:38 PM

man. you made my jaw drop with this one. hardcore drop. i feel like i've been infected... and that's a good thing. very well written, kudos.

Posted by Max Bouillet on 10/05/03 at 04:42 AM

You put a lot of life into a poem about a person that is dead on the inside. Great analogy and symbolism. Thanks for posting.

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