Saturday, October 13, 2012

Magazined emotions...

And the blood gushed hot and free
just as the cheap whisky flowed out of his  
inebriated tongue..
slithering and wriggling in her mouth.....

        Dry thoughts in her desiccated brains
        dried by the chopped seas
        of the nocturnal slaugther
        finished she was in one draught.....

And an old bitch dies a bitchy death.
Festering wounds in a stinking alley
the drains of life empty.

         Flies debate Darwin on her corpse
         the infant bloody and dry
         a faint muffled cry....

Another life gutting in death..