i see my prey through a glass door
i feed on her eyes,
i feed on her memories,
i feed on her smiles.

My prey turns into a ghoul
By midnight her body hangs by the ceiling
And blood drips down her spine

the blood drips on the floor
her eyes ***** roll down the wood
her tongue hangs by a thread
i confess my love for my prey

the fly sticks to the door
the buzz makes me happy.

The ***** magazines lie on the floor
with cover girls of blood

i write a poem and jump into the pool
i swim in her bile
and drink her corpuscles
i play with her ***** hair
and make love to her dead soul


By morning she is alive,
she sleeps beside her night
And there is blood no more


By night again,
i wait till ten
when her blood is on the floor.