Tea With A Handshake
Crossroads in the desert sands swirls,
an orb whirls around as clouds gather,
lightning bolt violet violently twirls,
roads crack with shotgun thunder.
Visage a pearl cascades as she approaches me,
cut through the dirt she speaks a litany reverie,
“You enjoy your dream, your echo, everything?”
My foot slides back as countenance begin smiling
“I didn’t shake or sign anything, don’t owe a thing”
Rain of black drops, red flower petals float to stop,
her face is red hot, phase, her hand on throat,
neck pop, body flop, she goes to exit and haha.
Body mockery, perversion snapping it all in place,
grotesquerie malediction snickering, wink, nod,
oh my she isn’t happy, torn asunder, plundered.
Macabre poetess back to life, Frankenstein revive,
staring into her eyes, “Legends never truly die”
Read in between the lines buh-bye
Copyright © Beatrix Macabre | Year Posted 2024
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