SETTEMBRE
1 09 18.That’s how it starts The seance Whose initiating Is not by humand hands A low drone An obtrusive thought You might believe you choose The summoned But that’s just wishful thinking You are so lewd says a voice Sure I am is the answer in a giggle And you might think it’s about sex While it’s not even near A toll is exacted In a precise amount Of strain Discomfort Gagging Humiliation Glorious pain. Blood is of the option The palest wraith suffers the most It’s so opaque notwithstanding The bright translucence of its features You can’t penetrate it The shadow behind the sapphire eyes You might think it’s about sex While it’s not even near Not even the span of a last cigarette Time rolls on mercilessly Rolls over in a thunder cloud Smothers Wipes away Reckless, blind Indifferent.