Subversive Sandman’s Sad Story
A tautogram
Sunday. Subversive Sandman sits scathing; sips spiced Scotch. Smokes. Stands. Seeks scrapbook’s scrawls: souvenirs showing salacious sins.
Sallow skin, stooped, slumped stature: scarcely sapient. Scaly scarab-skin. Spindly, skeletal. Speckled. Spent. Somehow serpentine.
Slowly, Sandman searches several sheets. Seeks solace seeing sadist screenplay (sans scruples). Stories show scars; scandals, seismic scares. Sacrosanct. Special.
Sandman sighs sharply. Seal soon set. Smirched. Substituted. Sun setting. Seafarer stranded.
Sandy’s solitary shack sits somewhere secluded. Silver slate slivers, silent shadows shift. Shimmering stench: sandalwood, sage. Stinking, spoiling shelter: secluded; solitary. Some sinister site. Stained - sprinkled sand, scrapes, scratches, sickness, spittle, shit, stale syrupy semen.
Summoned snapshots show slumbering souls shiver – Sandman sprinkling, scratching, screeching.
She sees: shudders, screams.
“Shhhhhhhh,” Sandman says, “shhhhhhhhhhhhh-”
Soul stolen.
Scrapbook slowly satiated.
Sigh. Slam Scotch. Shrivel. Sob.
Some Sunday service! Sceptical Sabbath! Spew scalding shocks, sacrifice sanity. Sweltering shame. Sweat slips slowly.
Sacrilege!
Sadness. Sorrow.
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Beth Sarah
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Woah! This is SO AMAZING! Beth, truly- I’m so impressed by this piece. I’ve read it twice so that I didn’t miss anything. Bravo!!
Wow, you put a lot of work into that. Amazing!
Super!!!