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Beneath the aching moon,she sighs
as I read the poetry of her thighs...
Fingernail tracing syllables,
I tap on her fragile spot
and the veins beneath her skin become visible
like cracks on glass.
Once severed, they’re like moist lips, gaping, sputtering…
as if dying to say something.

I peel her body from the floor.
Her head adorns the door
like a grotesque knocker,
mouth agape in a perpetual roar,
as if to ward off visitors.

Still, they come pouring in,
intrigued by my chalk-white skin
and the euphoric sting...
Lonely, desperate souls
gutting the night with their screams.

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    Brandon Sutton over 4 years ago

    Is there a chill in the air? This might be one of the most gruesome and sinister uses of rhyming I've ever seen. Great work!

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    Horrorshow over 4 years ago

    Another absolutely brilliant piece of writing, K.Z. You are very gifted!

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    Elizabeth O. Smith over 4 years ago

    Amazing work, poetry that's truly in motion and kind of turned my stomach haha Keep it up!

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    Rodindeadpan over 4 years ago

    Wow...I'm...that was...wow...What Horrorshow said.

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    Bryan Thomas over 4 years ago

    Chill... ing.

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    Rodindeadpan over 4 years ago

    How do I vote again for this?

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