the bedpost seems to twist into a demon,
he is licking my lips and taunting me into bed
i see his claws reaching to the ceiling
and his eyes become cherry
everything shakes
everything moves into another dimension
i am struggling to keep my calm,
i am
shaking with the bed
i am
tossed into the magical waves below
i am
burrowing in the sheets

his legs engulf my waist
my arms become snakes
i am slippery,
we are slippery
i can't break free

i want to stare him down,
bring his eyes into focus
carve his muscles into my skin
i want to remember his face just like this,
hard, wooden and emotionless
i want to break him into my hands,
sniff the colors of torn flesh

the demon is fading,
i feel the bed collapse on the floor
i am no longer floating
i am
no longer afraid.

11/29/2010

Posted on 11/29/2010
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