Mark R Slaughter Poems

Hate has burned a gaping hole;
The rancid reek of charring flesh
Is dancing on my very soul.
And as the rising fumes enmesh
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Please, not the blood of mine!
Under clouds of black and grey,
Harpoons of lightning strike:
Fangs white – delight of fright!
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A heart of youthful year was yearning,
Crying out the pain; the burning
Tears would e’er remain until
An answer from the man would see them die.
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You poked my blurring eye,
Let me lift your mushy breast.

We aged onwards
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A life lived in fear
Is a life half lived.

If only you would dare – or do!
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A red dress for blood spilt,
Torn blouse for flesh rent;
Ladders in the stockings –
A rung for every callous blow landed.
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Red has come –
It blew in unexpectedly
When I was vulnerable.
And it brought the cold –
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Ugh - I seem to have an itchy chin.
Oh my god - what's on my skin?
A blemish - wasn't there the other day -
That's it, I'm dead - I'm off to pray!
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Evil, I am calling!
Evil, do you hear?
Evil, I’m imploring!
Please – I beg your ear!
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The two, paired, double-dared when
Love pounced; interfered
With once platonic tones.
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