No-one survives such an attack
and we all stood like monuments
baring the nails in her back
still moving sinews
in a graceful impression of life
shyly the arms, shyly the breasts
fold
fear
die
Ten fingers driven
through the heart, through the core
as I stare into those strange, magnetic eyes
and wonder: (for you / me)
are there demons there?
I knew it all the time. The misanthropes were right
to crucify themselves in the need of a saviour.
Still moving sinews struggle fearsome with a lifeline forlorn,
caught in the nest of the impending dark fate.
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Semi-worlds, lifetight lodges
where faces stiffen,
plagued with the frost of disease
our capsules barely meet
The worms of disorder like living black numbers
that drip from her pergament skin
joined in sweet fury to await the decay
fragile and reddened in lifelost array
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