Candy-coated in Blood

You approach the ravers
With their glow sticks,
And leather skirts,
And striped hearts.

You see one
That catches your red-rimmed eye.
A little girl
Barely legal
Swaying her skeleton hips
To the banging beat.

Neither of you
Introduce yourselves.
You kiss her
With passion
And lust.

She lusts for you too.
The paste-skinned
Rose-lipped
Wonder before her.

But you lust for a different reason.
The rivers of gold
That flow
Through her body.
The gold
That no human
Knows the value of.

You lead her outside
By her skinny little hand.
The two of you stand in an alley
And she giggles
And you smile,
Charming her again.
Though there was no need.
She is already yours.

You kiss along her throat
With the slow
And gentleness
Of a real lover.
She doesn’t even notice.
When you pierce her delicate
Butterfly-wing skin.
She doesn’t notice
When you start drinking her life.

You suckle dry the
Red and white whore,
Your throat candy-coated in blood.

And you can’t help
but to drink more
From the caramel apple
of the forbidden fruit.

She starts to slump forward,
Her head lolled back
Giving you access
That you could have gotten
Without her help.

She’s unconscious now,
Her body nowhere near heavy
Your super strength holding
Her up easily.

And you don’t care
As you suckle dry the
Red and white whore,
Your throat candy-coated in blood.

The gravel crunches
As you release
Her lifeless body
And it hits the
Trashy walk way
And no one will know
That it was you
Who killed her.

You leave her behind
Just another cow
To you.
For you’ve suckled her dry
The red and white whore,
And your throat is still candy-coated
In blood.