Spawn

They say a mother’s love is eternal.
But how will it survive fire?
This dark head pierced with glowing eyes,
He slithered out of the womb.

I offer him a supple breast,
His nose only smells the blood.
Try to ignore his terrifying face,
A whisper to send him back to Hell.

Those cunning ears swivel around.
Sweat beads down—exposing fear.
Lips curving into a macabre smile.
My throat begins constricting.

To pacify this Devil’s minion,
I offer him a supple breast.
His mouth becomes an ebony circle,
As his teeth tear off the tit.

Peach

Who can deny the taste?
Succulent strawberries dripping chocolate.
I cannot deny such a flavor,
dripping down my throat.

They say that we are lost here,
but I feel found near the ivy.
Rows upon rows of twining fruit.
I snatch up an apple for a crisp bite.

Sweet juices of natural crunch,
forbidden taste moist on my tongue.
They could catch me here today,
but there is no fear in my palms.

No one can refuse these delicacies.
So supple, bright, and round.
I let my tongue linger on the fuzz,
As I bite into her swollen peach.

Cobra

The feeling of fire on my flesh,

Licking the pigments raw and bloody.

The forked tongue of scalding desire,

Scrapping deep into the ivory bone.

Like a creeping spider in my bed,

This nightmare of redemption brought forth.

Talons curling around limp fingers,

Pulling them deeper into the abyss.

He is a whisper in the shadows,

He has the presence of a cobra.

Slithering into open windows,

Penetrating our dreams.