In Paradise

I cry. Their soft skin pulsates to my touch.
I feel the blood beneath. I know that’s life.
A foreign thing; alluring all the same.
I must have it. I cut to get closer
Until it’s on my hands and down my throat—
Inside me warm. Filling me up. I smile.
I think this might be close to paradise.

I think this might be what I’ve been put on
This Earth to do: to cut and cleave my way,
From one flesh to the next to reach closer
To ecstasy. A wolf surrounded by sheep.
Perhaps I’m already in paradise.




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Written on 2025-11-16 at 15:44

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Woah! At first I thought it was first person Dracula, so the twist at the end was a relief(?) erm... not the right word but you'll get my drift. :o)
Blessings, Allen
2025-11-17