SCREAM ME A LOVE SONG

Twisted tendrils of smoke fill her nostrils.
The heavy ashen taste tantalizes her lips.
Her eyes roll back as she savors the sweet flavor.


She pushes the poker further into the blaze.
Wisps of red hot embers fill the fireplace.
The heat begins to warm her cold body.


The harsh pounding in her head begins to ease.
The tightness in her chest finally starts to give way.
But nothing has come close to filling the void inside.


Anger smolders deep at the emptiness that taunts.
The softly muffled noise no longer an irritation.
She twists the poker around while anticipation builds.


The poker end becoming white hot angry iron.
A threat of a laugh wells up and she holds it down.
She knows the way it would sound if it escapes her lips.


She must not allow the madness to fully break free.
She pulls the poker out of the burning logs.
Turning around, she faces the center of her insanity.


A grin begins to play at the corners of her mouth.
His eyes open wide once again in horror.
He struggles against the chains that bind him to the table.


His muffled cries heighten her pleasure at the task.
She looks down at him with dead black eyes.
He tries to force his lidless eyes shut with no success.


She whispers close to his bloody ear...
For the pain you have caused...scream me a love song.
He tries to scream as the poker begins to burn flesh again.


~August 6, 2011