Poetry Drafts

ONLY SUPERFICIAL WOUNDS

Walls so white 
pure white
Blood, only a little blood
not to worry - only a superficial wound

The Wanting,                    The Temptation,                                        The Laughter — died                                   The  Hatred,                The Filth,                                The Guile — smiled                                   Die - please, die

IN THE WINDY NIGHT

In the windy night

dark and howling

you await me with

patience

so still and moist,

dripping like

a blanket left out

on a rainy summers

day, I will not lay

a hand, I will wait

until they come

and sort you out

my dear

leaking roof

Upon you lap

May I
rest my head
upon your lap
just briefly
I promise that
May I
shut my eyes
for a second
or two
recovery time
my mind
upon yours

Chicken Curry

I stood ready
knife in hand
as I grasped
the chicken breast
a sudden flashback
to a time before
when I was slowly
chopping you to bits
It must have been
the memory
your implants
so firm
so soft
arousing
enticing
the lust I now felt
As the knife slowly
cut through your
limbs, your shaking
stopped, silence once
more reigned in the
kitchen of fools
Today I’m cooking
Curry for two with
pudding on the
House

A @thatrandomprompt prompt

OUR CROSSING PATHS

The killer queen
With frizzy hair
I love her
To bits for
Time eternal
A hellish beast
In high heels
For my eyes
A lavish feast
The river song
Will never die
Backwards going with
Forward past
Our crossing paths
Still pending

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