Bleeding Bells

Delta Spirit live

There's no place to lay my death
When I can't stand alone
The growth I need is fettered with fear
My heels dug in my place

Caged Bird.

When the last ounce of metal slid beneath her skin, the yellow tail
asked, "What sin have I commited?"

Glass.

An empty bottled man,
his tongue sampling spoonfuls
of her plastic.
Their heavy chests
exploring sheets of yesterday's lust.
A snake down her throat
he twists and squirms to invade
every secret,
learning details of the smoke and bones.
A single ventricle
leaks a trickle of passion.

The man is no longer empty.

April Wine

"It's been almost a year now and you are still unaware of who took your hands.

What have you been doing all this time?"

Sitting in a Starbucks Safeway Drinking Timmies.

His words and his voice are similar but something else emitting itself from his limbs. It's a stench that floats aimlessly like a corpse afloat the River Styx. I sit still, pateint and silent as he continues to ramble of his days passing. But secretly I gag. A garbage stink is filling my nostrils, my olfactories are begging for mercy. Not today. Not today.

His breath becomes slow, his sentence nearing it's final word.
"I suppose you should get back to work now," I quickly interject before any more disscussion can be furthered.
"Don't worry, I still have ten minutes."

A pressure in my abodomen tightens while a quiant smile stretches across his thin lips.
"I'm so glad you're here."

This is not the man I love.

Hormones

Swallowing another individual’s lust for the unknown
and finding the consequences to be more than a psychedelic trip
through a blanket of legs
is,
well, just that.

Junko Mizuno

Ravenous Cinderealla

A print from Mizuno's graphic novel version of Cinderella

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