love thing

i pulled you out
right out from under
my fucking fingernail
and examined your
laboured heart beat
between pinched fingers

i feel more powerful
than you look
tiny legs squirming
dancing the dance of death
right in front of me

i'm so close
i can almost taste you
smell you, but instead
i choose to tease you
because the sickness
in my brain
is looming consuming fuming

you were a living breathing
organism dwelling within me
and i'm hoping to kill you
because you've already
killed me
slowly but surely
with no alibi
or word of a lie

entered in the first of what will soon be many contests courtesy of jack's site
check them out and submit your own work for the chance to win (dramatic pause)
one billion dollars