Feel Or Die
morality sits
on the nose of this
bitter young man
erotically
impulsively
hands of intrigue
dial his extension
that call, that lure
from a feral hunter
to a wounded prey
soliciting capture
as I reach
for the ignoble
the knees, the elbows
the betwixt, the between
a door
to an orifice opens
revealing
our imminent doom
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