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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...

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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


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