Love Never Dies
In my nightmares
she’s still an idol
standing at the kitchen table
and gnawing at my fibula.
I remember red liquid
dripping down her neck.
She smiled and offered me a kidney.
“Where did you get it?”
An awkward shrug:
her right clavicle was in my hair.
“The neighbor came around.
The rest of him is gone.”
She fed a kiss to me,
a satiated lie.
It was her lover
I tasted in my throat
and then her screams and her despair
as I approached her with a knife.
And when I was alone,
I vomited her eyes up with a sigh.
Horror Sleaze Trash 