CRIME Poem: FUNKY PREMONITIONS, by Cassandra Ferro

You visit me like a ghost that is not yet dead,
scavenging for unclaimed patches of skin,
twisting your head, tilting your voracious
curiosity, impavid, wondering why I wonder, why
I let you eat from me; truth is, my only comeback
is poor quality drinking habits and an attachment
to vices far ill-suited for your impeccable taste. You kiss my
mouth open, my legs open, my secrets open, and
when I’m about to pour my miracles all over
your pale chest, an insidious thought plays
in the corner of your eye– and you doubt what
it was all for. You then proceed to evaporate like a
betrayed mermaid and I

cling to the dagger piercing these bones.

Author: poetryfest

Submit your Poetry to the Festival. Three Options: 1) To post. 2) To have performed by an actor 3) To be made into a film. View all posts by poetryfest