Micropoetry: The Devil on Main Street
Well there’s blood on my pillow
a cadaver underneath the sheets
A mixed-race Brit writing about a mix of things.
Well there’s blood on my pillow
a cadaver underneath the sheets
Smoke in their eyesA silver glint in the wineShe’s serving scallops, salad, and strychnineBittersweet platter of petite deceits The dinner party’s dead “What’s your poison?” Said Death’s-headAtramentous wings shed a decaying scent“Jealousy.”The Reaper fed
Read MoreWe gaze beyond the universe’s precipiceand the Terror plucks out our eyesto utter its name invites a feast of tonguesthe Word corrupted, it sleeps no longerSol rages, the Herald cries—ruinwe came from stars; now we returnnourishment for the Sun Eater’sAnastasis
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