dark dreams

i put a corroded knife on her petite neck.
having dangled at her chin, a drop of sweat fell onto my grimy hand.
i let my knife play with her chic necklace.

i gently tucked her hair strands behind her ear.
they’d been touching her left cheek.
they’d been disturbing me.
they’d been distracting me.
they’d been arousing me.

i ran my fingers over her burr, looked into her eyes and plunged into one of them – right or left – i can’t recall.
perhaps, both were equally deep. if not, i believe i dived into the deepest one.

alcohol running in my swollen veins, a cigarette and dense smoke in the air, and her thin hands were imperfectly complementing the anger on her face.
her eyes asked for mercy, but there was sheer hatred in her psyche.

i felt pleasure in her dread motions.
i enjoyed her fear and agitation.
i inhaled her frightened breaths.
as I smelt her hair and skin, she trembled.

i went close to her and whispered, “run!”

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