Sex and Murder Magazine

By Candy Pedrick

it’s funny, how much
I hate you. sad,
but love you all the same.

for keeping you, my preference
is your mouth between
my legs satisfying, earth
shattering, I hate

everything about you, but
you’re gorgeous. almost
as much as me but not there yet.

I am all that matters
to me. it’s all about
me.
I laugh bellows of your anguish.

I feel alive when I know
I’ve killed a part of you.

I’ve stripped you all of being;
It makes me feel complete.
a knowing grin—
a puppet inside.