Let the Others Drool
They are all sleeping, but I know better. I will keep watch and if he comes tonight I will be alert and ready. When he arrives he'll see the slack mouths, the graceless sprawls, hear the grunts, snorts and snores of the other women and then he'll sense me. My eyes will shine, my lips will entice, my neck will gleam white in the darkness of this hateful, locked space. He will find me in my prison and release me with a long, painful, luxurious bite. We will fly to his nighttime oasis far from this desert drained of lush life, swept barren by the rational minds of keepers, where I've been hopeful and free from terrors only during the hours of the wolf.
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For spooky month pleasures.
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Very Scars of Dracula in a Hammer way. I like the piece, Nonnie.
"release me with a long, painful, luxurious bite." Evocative! ***
Draconian terror. Hints at John Donne's "The Flea." *
Nice!
Great view point!
Yikes! Strong stuff. *
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfRcTWDNJtQ
Nice *
How I felt about Frank Langella. :-)
It's all about release, for me. And spookY Octoberness, of course. Enjoyed this very much!
Eeeeeeeee! *
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'I know better.' Freedom lurks in the night! Cool.*
**agreeing with Lucinda Kempe.**
I find this disturbing because anything about "keepers" or "hateful locked space" evokes my worst fears.
This is really good. *
I also felt the locked space was more frightening than the fierce setting free.
Creepy.*
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Like a suicidal swimmer watching the fin break surface, swiftly draw near....
Love it