Spiders, bugs and one sparrow foot in little glass jars
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Aching shallow heart
Like a doll…
Drips with tears
Fed from a tiny plastic bottle
Sucked dry by a
Thorny melodious cry
Words slipping with endless meaning
Squeeze the brain dry
A fragment once wet wrings out words
In some fractured form of verse
Falling on a blank sheet
Cast-off old baby dolls
Tossed into the back street
Night sweats in a tiny toy cradle
Surely must form some
Sort of riddle.
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Selling these for anywhere from $5 to about $30 depending on size of vial, charms included, etc. Will be adding more to this weird collection; thinking along the lines of creepy crawler “gems”.
Can make these “to order” too; including little charms, chains, etc.
More stuff in glass…
Fuck puppet limp and lifeless
Waiting for some form
To bring you to your senses
No mind you own – no body to bone
Waiting for someone to pull your strings
Making you dance to their own schemes
Tear stained cheek a rusty medal of valor
True lust in the thrust of powerful magnetic thighs
Forever strapped in sorrowful sighs
Bordering on insanity, flesh-like profanity
Insidious pleasures remembered in the street
Inner thoughts smudged colors
Smeared wet dreams like awakened schemes
Screaming loudly, impatient, out of control
Whining with murderous intentions
No known mutual admirations
Lovers dine on imperfect spasms
While spitting out angry orgasms
Licking tongues Of fiery pleasures
Leaping deep inside
Wild Illusion
While delusion
With a gleam in her eye
Gathers her prey
Imagined insanity
Dressed up as
Reality
Masquerading
Plain
Ordinary boredom
In the bedroom
Boardroom
Of your endless waking
Mind.
Gleaming eyes dripping
Staring sightless with each hot breathless stench
Windowless souls of an empty room
Glaring at the waxing moon
Passion gripping from deep inside
Glistening juicy, open wide!
Yawning sweet mouth of decay
Dark and empty steals the day
Rotting corpses ride the night
Bringing back smells of fright.
