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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required ........jiggle clumsily; post halter- behind braids- busy in evacuation of the cool pool water, like a carefree bull in the field. Her eyes sharp and cruel, unyielding to the faulter. Fixating on a fool, one caught looking, looking around in a house of slaughter. Baiting fingers thread the hook at the back of the neck. Electric eel, slippery Brook, Devil's daughter-sees her slithering tool- He, electrically awestruck like A fist magnetic, en route to the face spilling drool onto Tesla spool archway portal of open space. Strings attached, loose and taught, drawstring and shortest lot of toothpick drawn from maw aftermeal twisting twirl, say ahhh. Umbrella, sundress, undressed girl, with dimple and curls, Salem's lot, lizard kind of you're in trouble. You are aftermath wreckage, rubble. Thrown into a dancing fire. Inn-keeping-with something to visualize and desire. He becomes her familiar, one that roils in a mire. The catch of the day hung out to dry, for the letting. To bleed, into the night. Like a stain setting. Sniffing helplessly like a hound in the open airs entrails- in the dew of it's misting device of shroud. Hellbound In a twisting abyss of chance -romance, in advance of death in a trance. Hade's Siren smirks at the arrow holes of Eros bow. Marksmanship, gamesmanship, act 3 underwaymanship, with an encore and a show, and a tip. She takes a bow in mocking disrespect- turned about face in splay. O the feel of the steal. The flash of a blade. The flash of ages, gone to seasons of gray. Cursing in looks of kill, of a dialect universally known but unnamed. Of that wet and silvery feel.
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