Dark's Escrow

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Erotic Horror  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


Dark's Escrow

In my spiral notebook, of my secrets and dreams. Dark as the marrow with my indelible ink. Written with a raven's thistle, from my mind's dark and narrows. With veils of dead men crickets giving me fallow over knuckles and bones. As the jackals of insanity spread Muenster Cheese on my failed pumpernickel lobotomy.
 
But! it's only a misdemeanor to cross the moors without a friar's lantern. Stepping through the gate of someone's hell. As the worms toss confetti of a widow's mache. While centipedes chant, "How High the Moon," in dark's escrow.
 
As I try to erase the ink with a gum eraser. Crossing the moors in my spats, sticking to my going away shoes. Chasing my poetic prophets, thumbtacked to a mirage. As the jackals of insanity spread Muenster Cheese on my failed pumpernickel lobotomy.

In my spiral notebook, of my secrets and dreams. Before I wind the cuckoo clock. Then comes the broken spring, and the cogs tumble out over the shadows of my obituary song.


Submitted: July 07, 2021

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