Originally published April 28, 2015 for the A to Z Challenge. For this post, I used the word, “xenophobia,” in reference to Whitmore’s ghost coming back to haunt Jessica in her guilt. The poem pretty much describes the fear and insanity she’s descended into since Whitmore’s suicide. This poem won’t appear in the novella (maybe). Like V is for Visitor, it veers into a different [paranormal] direction that doesn’t really fit into how “Love Poetry” has developed.
This is also a re-working of a poem, “Necro-Lovers” originally published in FishFood Magazine.
He was dead before I met him
A walking corpse
His discolored skin clung
To his bones like bed sheets hanging
On a clothesline
His vacant, gray eyes revealed no soul
Only memories of deceased relationships
A mother’s abandonment
A lover’s betrayal
He sought a woman whose essence he could feed on
Drain her of life
replace it with misery
He arises from the sinister world beneath
Hovers over my sleeping body
Ejaculates rivers of possession into me
You belong to me
He whispers
Nibbles on my ear
Gnaws on my breasts
Bites my bottom lip
Let’s drown together in this memory foam
I scream and he cups my mouth
I beat his concave chest and he spread my legs
He feels his foreskin peeling
I am inside of you
He stays there to morning
Until he feels the last, faint throb in my neck
Then he rises, taking my skin with him
—Nortina
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