the maenad
carnivore and prey
red lips.
red knees.
red flag walking.
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bass splits spine.
smoke eats god.
someone laughs—
no one’s funny.
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eyes.
hands.
hands.
hands.
i’m touched before i’m seen.
fine.
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bathroom. coke.
mirror says you again?
i blink.
still here.
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he finds me
like mold finds bread.
leather fingers.
carnivore grin.
you look like dinner.
you look contagious.
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alley.
piss and prophecy.
brick wall speaks in tongues.
he tongues my throat.
i let him.
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zip.
rip.
spit.
don’t stop
stop
stop
i said stop
he doesn’t.
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fine.
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boot knife.
thigh rake.
his rib’s a violin now.
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who’s dinner now, bitch?
his eyes blink like hazard lights.
i hum.
score again.
lower.
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he cries out something human.
boring.
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i leave him leaking into the concrete.
lipstick perfect.
soul feral.
heels echo like gunshots.
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the universe hunts.
so do i.
guess who’s still hungry.
still here.
.
About the Creator
Iris Obscura
Do I come across as crass?
Do you find me base?
Am I an intellectual?
Or an effed-up idiot savant spewing nonsense, like... *beep*
Is this even funny?
I suppose not. But, then again, why not?
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Savage! ❤️