(1957)

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He juiced a brain; bid her watch him drink;
Induced a scream, and there, the goal to share.
For then he captured all the howls and piecing
Shrills from tiny chords – her neck a bulging
Tumour – but his rewards are thick and fast.
Audio craft: mysterious art – to be aghast.




Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009

Submitted: Monday, November 30, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, May 04, 2011


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  • Patti Masterman (11/30/2009 9:41:00 AM)

    Wow, this was a shocker. I loved the revealing last line, lol.

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