Psychodrama 101

Trailing tendrils of coarse
black aura
of course
scraping the wires of the angels
off the bloody ground of tangled gray matter
drip drip drip
droop
dancing pride
lacing its lonesome way across an
id
petulant and hurting
purring
grating, shrieking
like the bells, brazen bells
weaving a web,
hot and sticky, catching
not dreams, not wishes,
just at the pumping twisting muscle
of flesh
pounding obscenely
in its sweet rhythmic
thump
thump
pulling everywhere and nowhere
semper fidelis
come into my parlor
only there's no fly here now
just us spiders.




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