Friday, September 25, 2009

Perchance To Dream






"To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;


For in that sleep of death what dreams may come


When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,


Must give us pause." --Hamlet, Act III, Scene I




The Succubus gets a job at a sleep clinic.


She dispatches volunteer subjects by entering


Their dreams and helping herself to their souls.


She doctors the data and gets rid of the evidence,


Then attaches herself to every electrode she can find.


Bless the gadgetry and current that brings


Chloe back; homicidal, perfect, eager, hers.


_________

9 comments:

Pouty Lips said...

Bitch, bitch, the bitch is back. I love Chloe.

G-Man said...

Shay.....
This is your best 55 yet...
I love the manifestation of evil.
You Rock Girl!!
Thanks for this masterpiece...G

Cloudia said...

I'm scared!


Aloha, Friend!

Comfort Spiral

Riot Kitty said...

EEEEEEEEP!

Dulce said...

How cruel how perfect (glub...)Gosh!
Smiles ! :)

Shadow said...

chilling......

ellen abbott said...

You know, I don't even like poetry all that much, but you, girl, you tell some incredible stories.

Mama Zen said...

Yes, yes, yes!

pheromone girl said...

Excellent. Aah, I've missed her...