Sex and Murder Magazine

By William Andre Sanders

Sheer terror constructs a stream
dispersing thinly layered
over agitated blood-vessels
on the verge of bursting
and emitting scarlet tears
across your pitifully strained
panic-stricken eyes.
How you scramble,
flashing your eyelids rapidly,
only to find no triumph
in your effort to look beyond
that horrifyingly dark tunnel,
blurring three-times distorted
upon death of just one second.
Feel desperation churning
silent hysteria inside your eyes,
as nerve-endings pulse
an oddly precise rhythm--
flowing simultaneous
to rampant traumatization
uttering screams from the heart.
Glimpse far onto a bleary world
that lies consciously oblivious.
Resign aggressive struggles
as I asphyxiate you beneath me.
Open wide your tear-glazed eyes
so that I may see
the bright twinkle fade
at the instant life evades,
and leaves you laying--
staring blindly,
with mind and sight erased.