Aporia Impasse V

A Poem

Aporia Impasse V

When you wag your devil tongue,
You smudge the page with slobbered drool,
And like a snake that wraps a tree,
You’ve wound around my thigh.
An ocean ice inflames my blood,
Like a seeping furnace sputters slag
The poison burns the iris blind,
Drowning my brow in the molten sludge.

Golden vines that garland your eyes
Bloom before my sight,
But the heavy thud of a Giant’s foot
Is never far removed.
The hounds of whoredom howl your name,
I think I’ve got the flu;
Werewolf eyes are burning bright
In the shadows of a stillborn night.
Oh take me moon and rend my soul,
Chop me down with your crescent edge,
Cut me deep with your silver swipe,
And toss me dead unto the wolves.

Her lunar fangs are buried deep,
Hunting forever in the lands of sleep.

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