- Dead Eyes Open, Or, How The Woman In The Attic Fled, Never To Return
My eyes are arid and cold on a portrait's insides. I am time-hardened wax and I can see wide! Fungus and frost have fondled my frontside and I- Did he wonder and wander in small ages? Did he forget that I died? He's...
- Catacomb Kittens
She spent the night alone with body bruised and skirts asunder. He found his sister in the morning, soaking, in a puddle. "Let's run away," she said. "He beats us both incessantly! I know a place beneath the city...
- "Speak, Marauder!"
Pay no heed to the fool in the field so far and gray... with spies like the serpents underfoot and rodents. Legs of wood... burlap, canvas, belt and hood and screams like freezing rusty nails and stitches running...
- Tomb Lilies
"Please stop by, I'm still alive, though I'm missing fifty tomb lilies! (Even my sister has died.) If you see her, tell her that I'm missing fifty tomb lilies. (Several, with her, were espied.) Pulling my hair in town...
- 'Ere The Flowers Unfold
Please come near me, will you hold me? I am leaking so very badly! Will you stop up my holes? If your answer is, "No, I'm busy!" I will follow you out to the garden. I can smell you from three miles away! If your...
- The Red And Silver Fantastique
"I drag my right arm through the sawdust... he hasn't opened his eyes in months. He was a small dog. He lost his hat and he never made a very convincing primate. I was painted red and silver. Now I'm lonely, lost my...
- Legs And Tarpaulin
What do we have along the lines of GHASTLY? Naught but six with their cups in the punch bowl! Truncheon-bruised and exaggerated piece-parts, moldy, motley, screeching family! With sunken chests the rotting pests are...
- Mathilde In The Dirt
She is horse-hoof dust and cloth and the lazy rays of sun will squat upon her unblinking eyes.She moves sadly through the woods, hanging from the back of a caravan, thread and nail have caught her hand.She...
- Lindsay's Trachea
Dr. Lindsay:"Oh, isn't it nice, falling and hating me! Here, breathing the air through Lindsay's trachea! Oh, rendered and torn, spilling my glass to the floor... hands in my hair, pulling and patiently dying... 'Why...
- Aboriginal Anemia
You sit watching your brother die 'cause he chewed on sickly rabbit. Poor boy Parzifal likes to hunt his sister, and so infection sets in like a gang of wolves licking at the heels of the anemic aboriginal hunting...
- Mediterranean Widow
Over the eyes of the slow slipping under, the dead call their names... a motley assembly of specters and wraiths! Twice in the morning the old widow screamed... footsteps on floorboards and damp in the dust of the...
- Laughing Bloody Murder
This is what I reign on your behalf so that you may breathe... The blood that gathers at your feet, the high-pitched screams of agony! I'll drag you down with me, too! I'll make you drown with me! I'll drag you down...
- Sadist Sagittarius
No prey from understanding vats of men... The victims bite their tails and find no flesh to witness! Teeth and claws all seeketh out the one to neutralize their standing underneath the promenade where horse and man...
- Hebenon Vial
Stuck on with dynamite, live in disgrace like the fool that you told you to! Dancing like philanthropist and cutting and scraping the dogs that lick at you! Padlock the door to the basement and swing down the stairs...
- En Hiver
I love to hate you! I am in winter. Frostbite hath claimed me, I succumb to numbness! Freezing men don't laugh at murder! ...Bleeding *** in the bathtub! Open windows tempt the savory! Women's heads float just as...
- Moundshroud
Tom skeleton, it's time to have some fun! So grab your trick or treat, the day of the dead has begun! Carapace and clavicle, Moundshroud takes you there! Lady Egypt fascinate and gargoyles in the air!Tommy-boy, eat...
- Greensward Grey
There is blood on the hooves of the fawns on the Greensward Grey for they tread through the gristle on the lawn today! Don't they see the roseate faces of my wives as they lay, disemboweled, on the Greensward...
- Nightfalls
The light goes out against the backdrop, the victim's eyes are plucked! While animal smiles sing appraisal, the pagans dance like bastards dance! And the nighttime chorus laughs aloud before they start the requiem and...
- Squashed Blossoms
Deep down in my cellar hole I craft bulbs that grow, grow, GROW!No one sees and no one knows. In this I act alone!Wilting down those wooden stairs I poke and prod at botany!Exhalations in the yellow light, my fingers...
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