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The Unspeakable Word
(Hunger beyond Hunger)
Licking my lips,
I watched his mouth move
In the moonlight
He was mocking and laughing
At a once pretty girl
Accosted on the street
As he'd hurried off to mischief.
She was far beneath him,
(I could tell by the cut of his clothes,
By the shine of his shoes
His proud regal bearing
And his beautiful face)
A woman of the night
Who sold herself like matches.
Like pastries on the baker's cart
Or papers that the barking boys
Tried desperately to sell
Before the streets cleared of daylight
Leaving the night folk to appear
She sold herself like merchandise
No longer feeling she had worth.
It was not her, though
That held my interest
But the man she flirted so piteously with
Who disdained with feigned gentility
And shook his head and laughed
As he pulled his tailored coat tails
From her thin and hungry hands.
Finally resorting to begging,
She saw his eyes go cold
And he flung her away as though a rag
And threw something at her feet
I watched her scramble as he hurried away
Hoping to find some coinage
But finding only refuse, she fell on her knees and wept.
I followed him down darkened streets
Where my footsteps made no sound
Listening to his boot heels ring
On every cobblestone
He did not know I shadowed him, he was not of me, aware
He swore some oaths, he wiped his clothes
To remove the smell of her.
Pulling deep on a silver flask,
He returned it to his pocket,
Stopped to watch some partiers
Whistle to hansom cabs for hire
He knew that he would not go home, had no wish to go
Or to a mistress waiting with sleepy eyes
And soft hands, for his touch.
And soft hands, for his touch.
But before that, he knew the night
Would bring him other pleasures
A victim to calm his own blood lust
With the daggers in his pockets
He turned to find the discarded girl
She would do as good as any
The black bag heavy in his hand as he smiled an evil smile.
He took his time and I took mine
As my hunger drove me onward
I knew what I wanted, I wanted him
But it was a long, slow chase
I had to be careful, had to be on my guard
For there are those who aren't kind
To me and my kind.
He stopped there in the moon's glow
As though he'd heard a noise
In silence I glided behind his back,
Heard the blood rush through his veins
(And the sound made me go mad)
(And the sound made me go mad)
I breathed him deep into my lungs, intoxicated, impatient
My mouth begged for the taste of him, my body, for his blood.
For I, too, am a woman of the night,
A creature of the darkness
But I do not beg, I only take
And sate my endless hunger
Slake my thirst on those I find delectible
Like this handsome cold hearted fool
With his greedy, wicked eyes.
With his greedy, wicked eyes.
Who are you? he cries. You're beautiful!
And I lower my lashes, pretending to blush
He caresses my cheek that's as cold as white marble
As his will bends to mine and my hypnotic eyes
Pulling his body against me, deep in the shadows
I feel the knives in his pockets, feel his heart racing
But he does not and will not ever feel mine.
I am so hungry, I'm beyond hunger!
Like an animal now, I howl at the moon
The man in my arms, though wild with desire,
Sensing some danger, begins to fumble and fall
But I push back his hair, exposing his throat
And I shush all his whimpers, whispering
Don't be afraid.
Then I feel him give me the sum of himself
All life loses meaning before this moment in time
His wife and his mistress, both waiting in vain
Behind their sad and neglected doors
But it matters not to me to see that he's full of avarice
I feast now with my hunger unleashed
And a soul that's simply --------.
©by Voo Shining Stone
©by Voo Shining Stone
Sept 4, 2020
12:07 a.m.
Written in response to a Poets Dream word prompt
in which we could not actually use the word.
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And what is the unspeakable word, Readers???
😮😲 🙄
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And what is the unspeakable word, Readers???
😮😲 🙄
