Reaching out,
arms outstretched,
straining towards
something,
anything,
to fill the void.
In the dark,
blind as a child,
under covers,
understanding
oh, so little
of the world,
until you touch it.
Touch Hell.
Smooth as skin,
cool at first,
then warming quickly.
Now you see,
eyes open,
heart beating
in your chest.
That was frightening,
but kind of fun,
wasn’t it?
Reach out.
Do it again.
Touch Hell.
This time
you’ll find
it’s reaching
back out to you.
It knows you, now.
It knows your taste.
It knows your smell.
It’s what you want;
over
and over,
and over again.
Touch Hell
Know power.
Once you learn
what controls you,
you can control
someone else.
Every desire,
every wish,
is at your
greedy little fingertips.
Touch Hell.
One day,
reach out
expecting that
smooth,
beautiful body.
Touch Death.
Rotting flesh,
exposed bone,
soft and porous.
But, you
can’t stop yourself,
now.
Touch Hell.
Touch Death.
I bet you wish
you had never
wanted this.
HG – 2021