Diabla Amarilla
what is
this thing
close up
very shapely
but taken in
from a distance
sheer terror contorts
my face like Munch's
Scream and i do
scream now seeing
understanding contrast
of color her skin darkening
knowing now the meaning
of the bikini as she faces me
from afar i see her top as if
horns and her bottom a smile
thinking Lovecraft could not
even imagine the demon before me
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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