Murderers


Pleasure rides,
   On...
Pleasant moments
          With
Gladdened haste¡
                   Soaked!
Raw rod richly
                       Into
Gleeful gap gasping...
               Like
An athlete's heart
           When
On the finishing line,
           To
Feed glucose syrups
            For
Sustainable physiological energy.

Aftermath comes,
      missing:
Catamenia, informed
          Both--
Happily saddened.
            Pretense
Strikes minds*
            By
An unknown song,
         Through
Sweet words to lure
            Submission
Assumed right for peace.
                 Denying
Shame to cover up truth,
               Timing
Few months to come.

Having agreed:
             They
Disallowed mixed bloody fluid,
Into space awaiting expansion,
To formulating foetus fleeting...
The race of days into months,
Before knocking the soil's door 
And have duties land on owners.

               Like 

Noah's dove; unrest...
Returned to his ark.

So is it; ferment...
Emptied the vessel.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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