The Beast Still Within Finale

Adeola returned to the front desk and Fola was still engrossed in chatters with the other nurse. She took the seat she earlier vacated and coughed gently. Fola turned, smiled and walked towards her.

The Beast Still Within E9

Bello was on third base when his phone rang. It was a very slow “Westlife” ringtone that he so specially assigned to Adeola’s contact. However, deep into Ada’s burrows and reeking of pure, raw sensual ecstasy, Bello couldn’t distinguish between Ada’s sonorous moans and the tone emanating from his phone. Again it came and at that second time, he was in the middle of a forceful expulsion, his head tightly held against Ada’s fair and ‘D-cup’ bossom. He screamed, uncharacteristically and the ringtone again drowned in the sea of his pleasurable groan.

The Now

Found myself wide awake

In the middle of a cold night

Forced up by a spine chilling mare

Breathless and shivering.

I needed to calm my nerves

I reminded myself twas just a dream

It didn’t seem to help

But at least my pulse held.

The Beast Still Within E8

The ventilator made out one last beep before Dr Ogbe trepidly powered it down. It was a single power off button, but it meant the life of a man was off the balance, extinguished by a simple button on a touch screen. The hollowed private hospital room was filled with desperate breaths, apprehension and melancholy.

Walk With Me

Walk with me

Down to the mew

Even when I still mewl

From the memory

Of our last meet.

The Beast Still Within E7

Bello had had his music on since the break of dawn, having been awoken from an alluring, sweet dream. The white lights were on as he staggered back to bed, pulling the duvet over his goose bumped body. The rhythm and beats blaring softly from his 30W home theatre sound surround system sent sensual waves all over him as they bounced off the walls. He closed his eyes as he let the music take control.

Sanguine Ink

From a shrieking heart

Via the aorta

Comes sanguine words

Writhing in pain

As every syllable drips

Warm oxygenated blood. 

How well to write each word

Than with true, native blood 

Illuminating the levity of each line.

The syringe is my pen

My ink?

That should be obvious by now.

My five pints won’t suffice though

So I breathe my last words. 

The Beast Still Within E6

Adeola sat at the edge of her bed. It was 3am in the morning and she’d been up all night, unable to summon the transient peace called sleep. She stared into the dark part of the room, devoid of the rays of light seeping through the underneath of the closed door of the bathroom. She wanted to stand up and switch off that light too, but she was too weak and too distant to physically leave her crampled position on the bed.