willing girl


created: 11-28-2005 
word count: 526

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translucent girl
you could see
her shoulder
bones the falling
of her hair on her
face
and the sunken
in cheeks
i yearned for her
i wanted to climb
into her skin
and feel the bones
of her wrists
making sure they
are delicate and
dainty
i could not see
her eyes
they were lost
to me
i saw and i
wanted

she laughed
you can see
right through
her light a candle
and see the glow
from the other
side
twist her lifeless
hair in your hands
and suck the
thinness out of
her
the arms those
of the girls
in the pictures
of jewish girls
from the holocaust
the peek of
collar bone
through
her shirt
strong

feel my face
chubby cheeks
and eyes
ringed in black
not lithe and
cool in green silk
not like her
snapshot image
with bloody
fingerprints
from where i held
on too long

up on the
stage where
the catlike goddesses
roam
incisors gleaming
their hands claws
tipped with red
nails
the gas lamps
and shadows
hide their eyes
the girl in a white
silk dress
cowers in the light
not thin enough
her full mouth
and smooth
legs peering
out
the pearl tears
run down her
face

they kill up
on that stage
the audience
enthralled
sold out show
tickets inked in
blood
the smoky
soot in
the air

smoldering eyes
and flat
bellies
the goddesses
play with their
prey fierce
kittens with
intent looks on
their faces
'fat'
hissed sharply
'pig'
the skin of
their faces
stretched flat
across the bone

a scratch a
sip of the warm
blood running
through her
veins 'fat bitch'
teeth gleaming
eyes sunken
in their sockets
beautiful
fierce
wanted

their prey
collapses
in a heap of
silky white cloth
blood dimpling
the surface
running out
and gathering
at the edge
of the stage
where the fans
gather it in
their greedy hands
lanky hair
closed eyes and
blue lips

the goddesses
of thin
take from her
feeding
their only means
of sustenance

i saw that
girl in the mall
and i saw those
goddesses in my
mind
the blood gathering
in my mouth
ready to feed them

willing girl

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