A Noose and NecktieMatted collars of pressed cotton,Wrapped around pristine, washed throats…Inside lies burrowAnd rot in their gullets.Gentlemen killing their own,Treading formalities… fields of death,And dotted with wet ink.Murder behind the comfort of a desk…A killer bathed in blood:Crimson stain marks the king.
Snake BiteIt quickly seeps in, immersing my body in a still frame. Her lips so inviting and mysterious. They were a realm to be lost in and overwhelmed in bliss. I felt each drop of blood coursing through my veins, eventually surging within the capillaries in a great haste. Her lips danced upon mine, slow and seductive like a veiled beauty, so exotic and enticing. My head became light and succumbed to a high unlike any drug, while my hands traced the feminine curves of her body pulling closer. In this moment, the glorious fire cracking inside became the sting of a snake's bite. Viperously, her arm curved around the back of my neck while her listle
The PalaceSmokey Trails Engraved in soil.Beaten pathways coiling,Like Vipers nestled in their den.Splitting the wall of birch and pine,My feet grasped the sepia road.Arriving at an inlet, a pocket of the forest.With a straw roof leaning on rotten supports,Untouched for decades.My eyes caught it standing wise and enigmatic,A well in cobblestone brick.Like the earth's cold, stone hands,It beckoned for me.Without a pulse of a thought,I glided to its gaping, shadowed mouth.The smell of moss and fungus invaded,And the contents of my head became moist.The black pupils of the well hypnotized,Luring me nearer and nearer.Unti