Fox In The Shallows – Unhinged Poem

A sacrifice worthy over times wicked hands,

a call heeded needlessly,

my sin a plight on my own soiled stains,

so she said,

and then the beginning ended,

weathered was I,

circumstances aplenty,

the demon’s right hand,

blue men and women,

prisoned me inside a cell of iron,

cast within the mould that I was not part of,

a supple creature,

a pleasuring end,

my teeth around my wrists,

a flash of red,

and so begins the end…

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