Lights dim and air cloudy
A fat joint on the left corner of my lips
Taking a long slow drag of it
My lungs hurt
Wide doe eyes stare up at mine
Focused, expecting 
Pink mouth slightly agape
In want, perhaps
Faces inch closer
Lips connect
The smoke leaves my lungs 
Flooding yours
Faces now barely apart
You blow the grey cloud into my face
We are both lightheaded 
With want, perhaps 
Possibly in a dazed high
My fangs tingle with the need to bite
Your bottom lip barely an inch away from mine
Enticing 
Plump and begging to be bitten 
Eyes darken as if in a dare
‘Bite me!’
They scream
How could I deny you anything
I bite, careful not to break skin
The tips of my fangs crave to 
I deny them
Instead focusing on the soft sound 
Flowing steadily from your throat
Your throat
Wouldn't it be heaven
If I impaled it with my teeth?
My right hand finds it's way to it
Squeezing lightly 
An added pressure and you're limp in my arms
Surrender 
Your whine is a song in my ears
It has not ceased since our lips met
Our lips
They now dance in sync as I gather you in my lap
The hand on your throat loosens 
Pupils are blown wide 
Eyes glazed over
I squeeze again 
Eyes slowly shut
Your hips are now in soft motion
Back and forth, forth and back
My thigh is a rock under you
There's a familiar warmth there
Where your body meets mine
A familiar sound leaving your lips in little breaths
Laced with want perhaps
You bare your neck
Slender and untouched
I dive for the kill
You're on your back now
My fangs deep in your jugular 
Scarlet oozing from your pretty throat
The marijuana must have seeped into your bloodstream 
I'm high from the little I've drunk
My mind screams for more
Your hips have found a rhythm 
They rock up into the thigh firm between yours
As I feed
There's a mantra of my name leaving your mouth
Your rhythm is faltering 
Your body seizes
A high pitched scream is torn from your throat
As I lick the punctures on the side of your neck
Your body goes limp
Our eyes meet and hold a silent conversation 
Your pleasure is mine 
My pleasure is yours
A gentle hand cradles my cheek
Thumb softly wiping the red off my lips
I'm a messy feeder after all
Our lips hold a final slow dance
Both spent and sated
Like a bride
I carry you in my arms and into our coffin 
It is almost dawn

I have a fantasy

where we kiss. Years of pining paid off —

far too late.

And as our lips lock and tongues entwine, I bite. My teeth, sharp as a knife, cut through your flesh so easily. You don’t mind. You encourage it, pulling me closer. I bite and gnaw on the skin and muscle, teeth chomping through cartilage like calamari. I devour until there is nothing left of your face, only a perfect skull, glistening with my spit. I roll your head around in my hands. Was this the only way? The only way to get what I wanted? Blood drips down my palms and wrists, the blood of someone I loved. Or someone I envied? I cannot tell the difference now, staring into empty eye sockets that once held the windows to your soul. Did you feel the same way? Did you care?

Did you surrender your fate to me because you knew? Because I am a ticking time bomb, because I was always going to hurt you? Because all I wanted was to rip the flesh from your bones and claim it as my own? Though, if anyone asked, it was unnecessary. I was already much like you. I wipe blood off of your skull. There’s still a brain in there, there’s still hands gently holding me. You’re conscious. You know everything. 

Years later you will haunt me in my dreams. I will feel your cold hands on the small of my back. I won’t want it anymore. You will know this, and you will let go.

A child ripped to pieces and sewn together with scraps.
Again
And again
And again

But don’t worry!
I’m quite alright.
In fact, I’m having quite a delight.
In fact, I have never been quite right.
In fact, my flesh was a bit too tight.
In fact, I am now a lovely sight.

Now, you call them a madman.
You call them a lunatic.
You blame them for turning me into a spectrum of things.

Yet, I’m alive.
Unlike your daughter.
Or should I say your son?

You molded them into something they weren’t
You carved out their flesh
Over
And over
And over

You suffocated them for your own experiment.

Now tell me
Who’s the real lab rat?

& Mated like prey
With intimacy.
Atrociously fucked
with degeneracy.
Honey Liquid poured
with viscosity;
Impaled stomach and
caressed by sweating,
and yearning,
and pressing
skin.

From a fag brown,
whom birthed was starved
True Gender.
And I, too, (an incubus) starved
then touch harder.
Amorous, salty,
&wet-tongeud kissers
Sollace finds us,
as consummated
pulsing, and scarred
flesh.