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.

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