justjinni

sitting in the crowd
bogeyman cutting across the screen
sheep bleating beneath his knife
my angry throbs
are awakened
and i'm hungry.

i want him,
i want a bad man
to grasp real slow
to squeeze between my fingers.

i want a bad man
to break like a child's first dream
to crush in a man's last hope.

running through shadow
fear stink high pushing the thought
he's my only answer.
he's my only junk.
day in,
day out
looking for my next bogeyman
building on the scars
feeding on the pain
the hurt they've fed me
all the bad men
i'm going to give it all back
every sweaty bed sheet dance
every screaming basement lullaby
one cut at a time
a thorny kiss for all my tears
sitting in the crowd
my cheeks hot
fists clenched
hunger shredding my guts
bottom lip quivering
i think of the bad man
i think of the bad man.

and it's almost not enough.