The taste of your lips,
The cold of your touch.
You smile at me, burn my face
With your lava fingertips.
Your mouth opens to speak,
Smooth caramel colored lava covers my ears,
Razor blades slash at my arms.
I walk into your black painted room,
My body a grey color and yours the only colorful one.
We talk a bit,
Each word I feel a nagging at my arm.
The trigger now pulled,
You lie back on your bed.
White splattered on the wall,
All over me and my gaping mouth.
Your body looks unharmed and peaceful.
I walk away backwards stepping quietly in horror.
You stand and slowly follow,
I see your eyes of pure white,
Your grin of rotting teeth and bleeding gums stops the breath in my chest.
I start to run and you slash at my legs
With your sword of lies.
I hit the ground and you decapitate me with that wicked smile on your face.
My head rolls to the bedside, mouth open and my face pained.
My eyes cry black tears,
Blinking through them I see you.
We are sitting in your room again,
Nothing out of the ordinary.
I frown and you laugh “What’s the matter babe”?
I see the familiar sparkle in your eyes and feel the caramel smooth drawl of yours that charms me every time.
I sigh softly and lie back,
Just a dream.. just a really bad dream.
I gaze up to the ceiling and turn my head to face you.
Your eyes begin to melt as you laugh,
Smelling of death and sin.
You reach out and touch my face,
Burning my face like charcoal.
I began to scream and wake alone in the dark.
I lie awake afraid to sleep..
(C) Tabatha Goughneour August 2004