Splatter Reel

by on November 29, 2018 :: 0 comments

I’m done with Desire,
that midnight menace,

but here he comes again
in his skin-tight tank top.

Even when I run,
he’s around every corner,

swallowing my screams,
mouth on mine,

his masked face
obscuring the stars.

editors note:

We cry “Victim!” as we open the wine. – mh clay

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