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Black Cupboard
it makes me sweat even now
such sheer terror left its mark
there's nothing worse than a
child imprisoned in the dark
she'd blame me for being bad
I'd struggle but to little avail,
hoisted in the black cupboard
dusty, warm, beyond the pale
bent in two and scared of mice
heard her laughter downstairs
something tickling my shoulder
the silk touch of spider's...
Tuesday 16th March 2021 10:25 am
Aversion Therapy
Sounds a bit John Donne
Breasts and thighs so firm,
Lying cold at the mercy of
That fruity graveyard worm
With age you consider more
The destiny of your remains
When time puts an end to
Yearsful of aches and pains
Bodies decay, even one as
Delicious as bonny Linda's,
Whatever made her stipulate
Bowing out in hot cinders?
Either way she's history
...Thursday 15th October 2020 11:10 am
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