“Thirst for Destruction” by Serena Spinello

I watch him wander away and beg for him to return.
Cheers say he, foam brewing from his mouth, rage igniting in his eyes.
He thinks he's invincible now.
His past can not catch up with him and his inevitable destruction
will for now be vindicated in the bottle that he so aggressively drinks from.
I still gaze at him adoringly though;
I am attracted to his pain and corruption.
I lust for the taste of his tainted lips and
I want to drown myself in his juices that radiate his impalpable affliction.
With each sip he descends further and further into oblivion.
I am torn.
My head wants me to chastise him for being a fool
but my heart wants him to penetrate me and rape me of my innocence.
I reach out to stroke him, craving to be infected with his madness.
He riotously pushes me away, spewing obscenities in my direction.
Now I want him all the more.