Showing posts with label gators. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gators. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Necrophilia - A Love Story
Usually she bought nickelbags of weed
that freckle-faced girl
maybe 18 at most
lived 'round the corner
from his ground floor apt
had no idea how she found him
but he couldn't take his mind off her
those wavy dirty blond curls
sweet smell of her shampoo
way the bottom tips of her asscheeks
peeked outta her hot pants
infatuated
though he wasn't in love
never thought he knew
what love was
gradually he moved up
from spots of weed
to big bags of black tar heroin
but he held onto his favorite customer
one muggy afternoon
she came by
hair in pigtails
noticed a different shade in his drawer
got real curious
first he played it off
didn't want her involved
perhaps due to their decade (or more) age difference
he felt protective
but she insisted
so he sold her the first bag of a new batch
showed her how to shoot it up
offered her a free needle and his couch
flame met spoon
syringe punctured skin
blood mixed with syrupy contents
from the burnt spoon's mouth
her eyeballs rolled white
eyelids clamped shut
she melted silently into the couch
motionless
he figured she'd passed out
plucked the needle from her arm
went back to playing Xbox
'bout a half hour later
she still lay like a rock
was turning kinda blue
he poked at her idle thighs a couple times
nothing
then seized her arms and shook her
no response
felt at her neck
no pulse
panic overtook him
his heart raced
he ran around the room
grabbed a beer, threw it over her
still nothing
he sat back down to the couch
buried his face in his hands and broke into tears
thought he'd go to jail
get assraped by white supremacists
he remembered all the episodes of “Oz” he'd watched
he was scared shitless
so he decided to bring her body to the canal later that night
figured it'd get eaten pretty quick by 'gators
picking her up in his arms
he brought her to his bedroom
and laid her on the bed
didn't want any other customer who might come by to see her
later that night
after smoking weed and drinking all day
he went back to his bedroom to fetch her
was about to chuck her into his duffel bag
and drag her to the canal
but, as he gazed at her,
lying so peacefully
in a Jesus Christ pose
he just couldn't do it
he couldn't let such a thing of beauty
be ripped apart by 'gators
lying down next to her
he ran his hand around
on her bare midriff
which was only lukewarm
slowly he inched up further
caressing her perky young tits
which jiggled at his touch
instantly he sprouted an erection
and twisted down his sweatpants/boxers
and pulled off her hot pants and pink frilly panties
peering in wonder at her barely hairy purplish cunt
he hovered above her like an apparition
spread her legs, angled himself between them
then stuck his cock up inside her
she felt kind of cold
but much better than his hand
he took a few strokes
her tightness caused him to cum quick
he pulled out and lay back
blacked out soon after
when he awoke the next morning
to the air conditioner's clunky hum
something stunk
like the worst stink he'd ever smelled
like 20X worse than a skunk
it was her
a surge of vomit tapped at the back of his throat
he was about to stuff her slightly bloated body
into his duffel bag
but still couldn't do it
her angelic face
her legs spread eagle
the magic of her nearly bald cunt
mesmerized him
so he kept her for a few more days
masking the smell as best he could
late at night he cuddled with her
told her his secrets
kissed her frigid tongue
poured hot olive oil in her pussy to warm it up
and fucked her every morning and night
until skin started to peel off her bones
finally, he knew he had to let her go
so he stuffed her into that duffel bag
and brought her on down to the bowels of Sarasota
to the 'gators
they made quick work of her
chomping up every bit of that soft little body
like a National Geographic special
and as he stood at the edge of the canal
watching them devour her
his eyes got watery
and for the very first time
he thought he knew
what love was
Labels:
gators,
heroin,
love,
necrophilia,
necrophilia poem,
overdose,
Sarasota
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