.:SLiPPERY-HANDS-GRASPiNG:.

[CHiLD-0F-THE-BEAT]

.:SLIPPERY-HANDS-GRASPING:.

Fly over,
Wandering, seething paths
Typed burning thick

Into a gentle mind.
Fine, slow, around the
Curving tail, running to...

The lips
Of darkened mouthing
Words.
Of bile, and stipulation...

Sick with fright, and
Screaming tired.
Gentle fall into the grave.

Disappears, my day.

 

[Dandy]

I had the pleasure of reading this piece shortly after you wrote it and it is possibly the best one I have read of yours, it is just mind-boggling at how biting/stinging and explicit this is.
The last line is what makes the piece though and I'm left feeling that each previous stanza is reinforced or strengthened as a result.
Hugs.

 

[up all night]

Hon, you have your own distinct style and it's pretty damn amazing. I hope you're keeping a book of everything you write.

 

[RareForm]

i love this and everything else of yours, you just have a wonderful distinct flow about you, loved it....