The Sleep EaterA Poem by Dom A guy who eats people in his sleep meets his demise. Heavy eyelids slowly close. Warm air flows gently out of his nose. He lies still in his bed. His hunger goes unfed.
After a while he goes to sleep. An hour later he rises to his feet. He walks quietly across the wooden floor. Cold air rushes at him when he opens the front door.
Behind him, his footprints in the snow make a trail. It's so cold out that his skin is extremely pale. He walks down the street and then passes a bar. He then approaches a man that's leaning on his car.
He pulls a pocket knife out of his sweatpants. The other man turns and makes a "ready to fight" stance. He is unaware of his actions for he is still asleep. He sticks the man with the knife; it's in pretty deep.
He pulls the blade out and the blood starts to flow. The guy collapses face first into the snow. He wipes he bloody hands on his clothes. He's so cold; he's shivering from head to toe.
He bends down and grabs the dead man's cold hand. He starts to chew on the fingers, avoiding the wedding band. He continues to eat the flesh until it gets down to the bone. In the morning,covered in blood, he lays in bed alone.
He washes the blood down the shower drain. So many thoughts are forming in his brain. " Did I hurt anyone? What did I do last night?" " It's not my blood. Something isn't right."
He went through his day like nothing was wrong. Even with the bad thoughts, he remained strong. Around eleven o' clock he grew tired and went to bed. He still had dreadful thoughts bouncing around in his head.
This time he followed a path that lead through the park. Lamp posts were scattered so some areas were very dark. A young woman walked on the path up ahead. He decided to catch her to see how much blood he could shed.
He woke up in a blood soaked bed. With this much blood, someone had to be dead. He started to get up, but in his arm he felt a sharp pain. He realized that it wasn't another person who had been slain.
He looked down to where his hand should be. He had bloody stumps and fingers minus three. The skin on his arm had been ripped away. He had lost a lot of blood; he wasn't okay.
He noticed a woman sitting in his room. The one he had planned to consume. She was playing with a knife in her hand. He wondered what she had planned.
She walked over to the bed. Her hands were covered in red. " Look who's awake now. I have to finish what I started somehow."
" It seems that you have a taste for flesh. So I found you something fresh." She used the knife to chop off a toe. Then she stuffed it in his mouth real slow.
He cried and bled as he chewed. He still enjoyed the taste of the food. He eventually died from shock that day. He shouldn't have gone after live prey.
© 2010 DomReviews
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