Carelessly
A wet Icarus
seeks
her frozen sun
and sinks

The ignorant nightingale
sings happily
to welcome spring
in Suburbia

Sly
like a serpent silently
slipping
under the skin
slithering
up though the spinal cord
to secretly settle
inside your skull
where it will sit
and sedate
your senses
with sweet seductive
songs of
sleep

In the basement
In his secret room
He breeds
Dragons

Still tasting it
feeling the rush
off its fill
although hours
nay! days have passed
without

Oh! The hunger
The yearning for another
taste
longing to feast
on the flesh
and the blood
visualised
in words

Starvation
days without
even drops
dripping
****** letters
onto a page
inviting to drink
days without
sentences filling
screens
like a syringe
ready
to penetrate
the soul
with the essence
of dream

I stare
at the windows of subtle despair,
broken
but rejecting repair,
I need air,
I want to grab what is not there
so I tear
at my skin
trying to find out if I dare
to lay it bare
the bone
release the scare
and test
if you really care.

She had been surprised
The first time he approached her
Commented on her style
Her linguistic attributes
And she was new to the game

She had been flattered
When he had asked her to pose for him
Invited her into his world
His territory
And she was new to the game

She had been willing
When he changed the game
Provoked her to change her act
Her art
And she was still new to the game

She had been hungry
When he let his art penetrate her
He invaded every thought
every dream
and she was no longer new to the game


She had been desperate
When she had found that he was gone
But found traces of him everywhere
With others
And she could no longer partake in the game

She was determined
Once she found herself again
And started creating her own life
Her own game
He would not know this game