she comes to me at night...
she came to me again last night
like a lover under cover of darkness,
a succubus threatening to consume my
essence, body and soul.
she nibbles at my toe,
at first playfully, the teasing of
a skillful courtesan practiced
in the arts of seduction,
before her gaudily painted lips part
slowly, lasciviously, her confident
smile transmogrifying into
attacking fangs piercing my foot
again and again and again,
venom injected excruciatingly,
spreading slowly through me
like a pool of blood expanding beneath
an exsanguinating corpse—
my ardent prayers for relief
ascending on stone ears:
there will be no exorcism
for me this night.
© 2009, Kenneth M. Rhodes