Necrophile Love

First Published in​ Peaks of Madness: A Collection of Utah Horror, Forty-Two Books, 2019, p. 60.

​Fiend of the night
you came to Deseret
for the deeds
with saccharin charm
 
The University too easy,
the Saints let you in their doors-
Elders and girls so trusting
blind to bludgeoning psychosis.
 
As you hit so hard.
The cracking,
deep,
in the skull
The glorious ideas.
The succulent sounds.
The warm feelings-
that coursed inside.
  
The ease of strangle.
The rush of the beat.
The thrill of the feel-
as the feet kept still.
 
oh Ted-
 
The push of your thrust,
into the hard body
throbbing against my walls
balls shrinking deep,
 
as you came inside
within my stiffened space
fulfilling the corpse desires
screaming ecstasy of compulsion
 
loving me to death
the art of murder-sex
I never knew love
before you corded me
Ted
 
Exhibition for one
The truest love
like the kind you gave
in my filth laden grave

I’m yours
Forever in the cell
your memories electrified
never forget the high
as you stiffen, bulge, and die