Nightmare Before Christmas
It was dark and quiet, almost eerie.
A chill ran down my spine.
I should have ran with it.
Your hands ran up my thigh.
I allowed an enemy to cross the frontline.
A successful breach in my system.
A victory of sorts.
And I a sore loser.
Left licking my wounds.
The taste of your peppermint tongue,
Forever contained in mine.
Candy canes were never the same.
A nightmare before Christmas.
You’ll wake to coal in your stockings.
I hope they weigh you down.
Karma will even out the scales.
As I rise above.