“I am an appetite. Nothing more.”
- Count Orlock, Nosferatu
I am a feast–sublimely–decadent torture.
The kind–once tongue touched–sends prickles down a throat.
An addictive–amuse-bouche. Never enough to satiate–only
enough–to
linger
linger
linger
Many have brought–their appetite–to my feet.
Dined–and supped–until I begged–for reprieve. With
them–followed such darkness–an assailing miasma.
take
take
take
of me–until I can be–consumed no longer.
I am not–a feast–I am pestilence.
Bringing death–dispersing ruin–to men that dare–imbibe.
Portal
It is of much consequence–
that I– hand out keys–to my heart.
Only later–to find–their teeth–lodged in my back.
Fingers turn them–all at once–unlatching my skin
revealing a gateway–to a Hellmouth.
Ribs–part like weathered gates–in protest.
Unveiling wrath–between blood and bone.
Perpetual use–dulls the spirit–within here.
Never being the choice–a want–a need.
a damnation–to loneliness–desolation.
To be a whim–a dream–a passing fancy.
Easy to forget–could drive any mind mad.
Sadee Bee (They/Them) is a queer artist and writer inspired by magic, strange dreams, and creepy vibes. Sadee is the author of Elgin Award-Nominated Magic Lives In Girls (kith books), & Celestial Bodies / Earthbound Wounds (White Stag Publishing). Bee can be found on Twitter @SadeeBee, on Instagram @sadee__bee, and the web at www.sadeebee.com