The Devil Purcell – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

There was a moment when the moon was full, that I caught the eye of the demon Purcell, his eyes were wide, runes written across his face, bones freely tearing through his rotten flesh, decaying meat hanging from its head, and as the stench arose to my nose, the demon charged toward my humble form, a leg I lifted, my foot raised high, onward the demon ran, down it came upon tiny Purcell, the moment passed, the demon dead, his body smashed like an avocado on my bread…

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