Heterozygous
Black magic
Pretty weapon caprioling in strobing fields of view
Swivel and shuffle so you work your sinewy way hither
Spectrum colors of chartreuse and hallucinatory hazel
Glaze eyes meeting mine
How acolytes crawled on septicemic shards of glass for
One lick
Of libidinous lips hexing their appellation
The body knows the score athwart your wafer-thin count
How many men kissed auspicious angelic skin
Tasting astral annihilation instead?
Test me as many times as your arcanum influence wanes
I. Want. Your. Will.
Sortilege sees fit as our parasol hands caress amid counter
Cursed shades of night and day
My superfluous secret bides beads of breathing salivation
Tongues entombed
Sensuality metes sensory shockwaves apace both our
Bare janiform backs
I am a heterozygous carrier (one copy) of the CCR5-Δ32 mutation, which confers partial immunity to HIV infection
Acherontic bodices partake in ritualistic sly and
Splenetic bacchic bliss
Your perfection never pacified doubt ossifying
Irascibility conjures amatory and bowing to cupidinous
Down among thy dead in archaic irony
Lovesick bow and arrow
Were you born to blight or did hurt reanimate a crucible?
Mesmeric illusions may captivate lest you meet your final
Ebon martyr match - me
(c) Edward Swafford 2026
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Edward Swafford
Hello! I'm an Australian writer, copywriter, and healthcare professional. I've written on Medium for over two years and also run Black Coffee Creative on Substack (over 900 subscribers).
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The Salt in her Voice
The myth says mermaids sing to lure sailors to their death. But why? The ocean is huge. Only 5 percent has been discovered by man. Why would a creature of the sea with that much space to roam ever care about the fate of men on ships? The answer, as it turns out, is not a simple one at all. The truth about the myth is older than the tides. Long ago before the first ship ever cut across the surface, the sea made a pact with the sky. The sky would take the souls of the drowned. Anyone who died in storms or any quiet accidents of the deep would have their soul lifted upward to the Heavens while the bodies would remain below, feeding the oceans endless hunger. The greedy sea however wanted more souls than the sky would claim. So it created mermaids. It gave them beautiful voices woven from currents and moonlight. It commanded them to sing. "Bring forth the ones who float where they should sink." it instructed them. So they did. They never killed out of malice but out of obligation. They sung to summon, not to seduce. A mermaid's voice could loosen the tether between the body and soul, making any man step willingly into the water. The sea would take the body and the sky would take the soul. Balance maintained.
By Sara Wilson4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Fantastic work, your flow is on point. I don't know if this was an entry for the stray line challenge, but the bolded line got the other side of my brain going. 👏👏👏👏
Ooh, this felt like a fever dream. Love it!