Be still
For a time I claimed it a fiction and hid it in the dark.
I was safe.
But skeletons are wanton things and I hear they love to dance.
So on that night out they waltzed forgetting they had no flesh to clothe them.
Those exquisite delicate nude bones of my desire must have seemed like horrors to you.
The bare bones of a creation that simply should not be
So flee
Leave me and the monster be.
I can never forget the feel of murder on my hands.
As I strangled the monster of my own creation.
A frankenstein of hope and love sparked by the electricity of my desire.
Not my first crime
I don't even flinch this time
I leave the body on the floor
Now as I lock the door
I pray I don't think of it anymore
