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Fickle Trickery
Linnac

Things are never what they seem.
 1
Play across your conscience like a dream.
 2
A lyrical sigh released to the air
 3
wraps around. Trap. Ensnare.
 4
 
 
The dress is bone of who controls all-
 5
sincere, the porcelain voodoo doll.
 6
A young woman with a wedding ring
 7
caresses her flat stomach and starts to sing:
 8
 
 
Close your eyes and go to sleep.
 9
You drowned in blood so I couldn’t keep
 10
you died in torture, lots of pain,
 11
unleashed a grief mummy couldn’t contain.
 12
Now close your eyes and go to bed.
 13
Watch as mummy loses her head.
 14
 
 
So off rolls the adornment of her neck,
 15
and topples the body of a beautiful wreck.
 16
Later, feminine gasps and moans
 17
echo to the grind of pelvic bones.
 18
 
 
She thrusts against his stiff form
 19
like a rocking fleet caught in a storm;
 20
pulls back the knife at the sudden flood
 21
and with crazed eyes laps up the blood.
 22

25 Nov 10

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lines 1-2 i love. same with lines 17-18. lines 19-22 are hott. rock on
 — arienettte

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