We ran in circles,
panting & out of breath,
but never tired,
never giving up.

I try to hunt down
your weakest spot -
an Achilles' heel,
but plumper,
softer...
reserved to be exploited
exclusively by me.

Frantic & slipping
way past the edge of lunacy,
I spear you on repeat.
Plunge on the gore and the mess -

Again.
Again.
Again.

With a borrowed sickle
buried deep somewhere
between you ***** -

we lock horns in agony,
in pleasure & in pain.

But before the fog dissipates,
and the sunlight of reasoning
falls ever so delicately
on our bare backs,
or the tips of our ******* -

I would've devoured you.
Eaten out your heart,
through & through.
Eaten out your parts,
through & through.

Left no stone unturned,
no toe uncurled,
no flesh untouched.

Rising from my slippery temple,
I take time to look at the window crack -

The sunlight is too late,
but why do I care?

Your screams are always on Time.


©hecayte