Poem -

THE KILLER IN A SWIMMING RACE

BELOW THE SURFACE

Across
This blue Riga Mortis choking the lake
laid in violet light
I float in a sunken theme
bloody trails follow my serial fame
Devils planted nickel scented seeds
talons counting 12,3,4,
scrape into soft waves of mounted flesh
Trophies adorn a decorated flashback
scenes crawl and dance with splintered meaning
voices nest in higher tree

Talons now 1,2,3,

Liers lay sleeping fast
as starving in religion eats a wooden cross
savage blisters increase
the form on a dictionary,
uniform on a sweet tear of vanished lip

Talons now just 1,2,

This curse crawls on the silent tongue
adds numbers none past one
shaking leaves Fall on hanging and
the hung
desperate love flayed for the xxxxx show
skinless naked beast and played
instruments written smashed enslaved

Now broken a Talon 1,

games
hide in seek
left luggage, rot decompose coagulate
a group in the study, taste as a breathless stench

Stained glass frosted gasps
escape flee
another mortal Monday week
serial footsteps
echos chained
echos forced to continue

The dreadful Talon
Meat

 

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