ASLEEP By Istvan Jamrik

Such a horrific nightmare I had!
Something, a ghastly demon, I believe
spawned from the ancient bones of all the graveyards
and promptly after its repulsive, nasty birth
it set off to consume and digest all the Earth.

The demon’s appetite was endless.
It barely chewed, just hastily swallowed
the mud, the bugs, the grass, the forest critters,
laying waste to all the land everywhere it went,
not a thing alive in its foul excrement.

But the demon was insatiate.
When it ran out of dirt in the old land
it started wandering into the unknown
fancying itself a peaceable pioneer
all the while being a bellicose buccaneer.

After the feast, it was time to drink.
In the beast’s frantic, unwavering thirst
it dug the ground up to unearth the corpses
of all the living things it buried in the mud,
just gulping up their lifeless, syrupy black blood.

No amount was ever sufficient.
The fiend, in its hunger, had to resort
to exercising its art of seduction
dulling our minds with some power mystical,
its enchanting pheromones irresistible.

I also gave myself up to it.
I tasted its lips chapped from all the blood,
and I kissed back with passion and desire.
All its depravity flooded my pounding heart
while its filthy hands slowly forced my thighs apart.

I wanted the beast in me so bad.
Laid on my back and submitted to it
thinking it was me seducing the demon,
drinking up the blood dripping from its ugly breasts
I let the beast inside me without protest.

My mind was empty when we were done.
Smelling nothing but rot and petrichor,
I tilted my head to see the vile monster:
saw it have its way with another willing host
while I laid in the mud exhausted and exposed.

So this is being treated like dirt.
|Eaten up, poisoned, pushed down to the ground,
hopelessly addicted to the demon’s love,
the love that never really existed at all,
now beholden to the vampire’s every call.

Some of us truly tried to resist.
We bravely stood against the dark monster,
dug our heels in and tried to starve it ourselves,
but the beast was thriving as it left us to die
and forced but the strongest few of us to comply.

Its dark presence was now everywhere.
In the frost, the melt, in the trees burning,
while the fiend spawned hundreds of loyal servants,
tangerine tricksters and armies of angry men.
We were all lulled into a dreamless sleep again.

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