October 2010
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An Afterthought
Push, push, push — she pulls The fire-breath from her Breast, which quivers — so Violent, like a shoe Shines in hellish light, It obstructs the view. She clasps and reclines. Scarlet stage is set White teeth clenched with eyes Shut to mortals’ pleas. She squeals in silence, A horned soldier that’s Craving its fresh spawn. Forgotten hobbies — That’s the past that...