Lust #7

December Lace


They keep me in neon basement dungeons

Where red lights flash on/off in the stairway

The chains and leather that breed me come in droves


Salt stained bodies writhing on grime-soaked sheets

Skin sticking together like glue

The dirt seeping in far deeper than the fabric


I tell them I bring them gifts

I tell them I bring them promise

The teeth gnawing on each other, enamel breaking


Thrashing for water, fighting for air

They want me as though I were religion

The escape, sealed off forever by doors built decades ago


Dark faces seething through locked jaws

Twisted ecstasies and thrusting pelvises

The ways I won’t wake them, the ways I let them stay



December Lace is a former professional wrestler and pinup model. She has appeared in the Chicago Tribune, the Chicago Sun-Times, Pro Wrestling Illustrated, The Molotov Cocktail, The Cabinet of Heed, Vamp Cat, and Rhythm & Bones YANYR Anthology, among others as well as the forthcoming Ghostlight, The Magazine of Terror, and Rhythm & Bones Dark Marrow. She loves Batman, burlesque, cats, and horror movies. She can be found on Twitter @TheMissDecember,, or in Chicago’s obscure bookshops.