Nights were foes, not because
she did not like walking in dreams
but-
he would chase her, till,
till he walks back humming, enjoying
caressing her liver,
moistening his lips with the red fluid
on a blunt grey knife,
marking his trail behind.
She has not closed her eyes yet but
why is he here?
9 comments:
well, that is a rather haunting 55..how bout some fresh fava beans and chianti to go with the liver...
Brian, for sure, then go for silencing the lambs. LOl :P
Monika...?
I Loved your story.
It reminds me of a Body Part Thief!
Please join the Fun again next Friday.
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
Dark, beautiful yet.
Could be a day dream, or maybe, his reality is misinterpreted in dreams.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
OH, all this after a conversation with my daughter about cannibals in the animal kingdom.
Fantastic 55!
Ay yi yi. Time for Ambien, or something.
Yet another dark, eerie and creepy 55. I am liking this week's tone.
A daymare perhaps?
Daytime Mask
Tales from the crypt anyone?
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