Bleh with Barry

Random with a cynical twist of lime.

Dreamweaver

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The voodoo man dances

Chicken in hand.

It’s a dream, only a dream.

The spider creeps up my arm.

I scream and struggle against my bindings,

But no one hears.

Cold steel upon my belly, but then

Heat floods over me in

Crimson, carmine, and ruby.

The man holds up coils of something

Carnal beauty as the chicken *bawks* in time

To the slowing beat of my heart.

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Written by barryr22

May 31, 2011 at 11:11 am

Posted in Poetry

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