Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Oni

And he will begin to lose his mind again
with nothing left to keep it occupied
but it's own unanswered chatter.
She slithers in through gangrenous wounds.
Rocking gently in her arms, pacing hither and yon.
Cooling soup to be supped.
Idle hands inevitably spring birth to the true ogre.
Twisted
and
Ugly
like it's predecessors...

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