Gacy

I called her Gacy, the way she took my innocence and left me breathless,

the way she touched my skin that made me feel dangerous, deadly,

her cold sentiments left sentimental written over the walls in blood red,

I cannot escape her. You see, it was mid-May when we first met,

The smell of summertime fine and red wine left etchings on my legs,

I found her in a field, or maybe she found me, drenched in red,

What is a beautiful being like yourself doing out here, to which she replied,

Laying. We spent the day together, danced across the interstate in

acid rain, blew through stop signs and red lights in the red light district,

it was midnight when she came alive, and I lost myself in who she was.

She told me to be more flexible, so I broke my back to see her in 360

Degrees. She said I needed to smile more, so I smiled the size of Glasgow,

permanent, but she said I wasn’t pretty, so I did my makeup, white face,

red lips and a red nose, am I pretty now? I guess I never made her feel

quite as good as the taste of blood on her tongue, she wanted to satisfy

Her desires, lust in the darkness, I gave her my life,

again and again and again until all I had left were the cuffs on my hands,

the smile across my face, and a detective sitting in front of me.

But I still loved her.

~ Kai Alexander Means