bright yellow and orange, dusky
burgundy and purple
Full breasts and stomach threatened
to tear her shroud of gossamer
and lace
From the shadows he followed
from a distance he plotted
‘Till she left
peopled paths and wandered a dark
alley. He moved quickly and
from behind,
pulled her down Plucking at black
wrappings he tore the gossamer
and ripped the lace
Pinning her arms and body, he
forced a lurid kiss Which she
accepted
with an open mouth Arousing
him to disengage, but his lips
were sealed
To a burning, drawing pain. And
when the woman released his
lips
He found his mouth drawn tight
leathery and thick. Arms floundered,
his hands
coming up to explore his face
She lovingly found a hand, he
screamed in pain
As her lips and teeth drew from wrist
and fingers And gave in return
pain and
a lessening of life force Then
moved up the arm and to the
next hand
And on to all remaining
limbs and parts ‘Til all that lingered
whole was
brain and neck and heart
Caressingly, her lips found his
throat and placed themselves
Carefully,
for their final draw, who’s pain
encompassed fully Both Mind and
Soul.
So much that even when she left
his corpse To dance among the crowd
laced shops and rides
With her shredded clothes flowing and
bobbing behind her. He still screamed
with his mind
and thousands of others like him
Screamed pain back, engulfing him in
misery that
only found comfort As each new
casualty joined the ranks Of
seething leathery minds
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