voyeurism.

i will come

and sit

and watch you kiss,

in your brain

with your hands

behind your back.

he will lean in,

drop his chin,

inhale, exhale

on your lips.

you breathe

his waste.

chapsticked, pink,

now parted, carbon

dioxide, now warm--

you smell pineapple,

sugary and pale,

reminding you

of hunger.

you haven't eaten

since breakfast

this morning,

alone, with 

cold eggs and toast

and the news

(how depressing)

you wished

you hadn't read,

about a missing boy

last seen

two months ago,

trick or treating.

you always knew

halloween 

was evil,

playing with ghosts

and lost spirits,

boldly mocking

the unhappily dead.

then, he came

closer

and sucked 

your soul.

i saw.

i saw it all.