Attachment
It’s a sick thought-
but it’s comforting.
I know she would agree,
if she still had a tongue.
We’ve known each other for weeks,
and we’re made for each other.
Life got too busy for us,
so I brought her home with me.
I’m sure she is glad for all I’m doing,
she doesn’t even have to get out of bed anymore.
If she still had her arms,
she’d hug me-
to comfort my trembling hands.
Those terrified eyes,
will soon be full of love.
I get my thread and needle,
and I begin working
on our attachment.
Horror Sleaze Trash 