Mark R Slaughter


Artform - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

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

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  • Rookie - 480 Points Patti Masterman (11/30/2009 9:41:00 AM)

    Wow, this was a shocker. I loved the revealing last line, lol. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 30, 2009

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 4, 2011


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