Haphazard Explorations & Experiments In Fiction
I am the demon, and I’m dreaming of you.
Kneeling in front of me, waiting for the killing blow.
You don‘t think it will come.
That‘s why you hold the knife to your throat.
It‘s pointed blade rests on your skin, the handle points toward me.
If you only knew how curious I was, you would‘ve thrown it down and run…
Or stabbed me with it before I could act on my curiosity.
But it‘s to late for that.
You didn‘t think I was serious when I lifted up my foot.
After it flew forward driving the blade into you,
There was nothing but shock in your eyes.
I liked that, it satisfied my curiosity.
Awakening in my bed, I faintly remember my dream. Turning over to look at your motionless, vulnerable body lying next to me I can only think, “you don’t even want to know what I’d like to do to you honey.” What’s disturbing is that, someday, she might find out, because someday my curiosity might just get the best of me.
Someday, my dream of her may become a waking dream.
Even a demons dreams can come true.