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He stands there
In a misty lake

His skin pale and blue
He is almost translucent

Not one blemish
Not one imperfection

His skin is smooth
Too smooth

His hair raven black and uncut
twirls and twists around
in the breeze,
covering his nakedness

He brings his hands towards me,
palms up in a gesture of
ultimate forgiveness

The shock of what I see
tastes bitter in my mouth,
the metallic taste of blood
fills my being

His wrists are a tangle
of ripped flesh and skin,
gaping holes and flapping
veiney muscle

I forgive you, he says
in a soft caring voice
But I will see you soon

His hands are ice on my throat
as I start to lose consciousness
I think of how I drove him to
death.

How to Make a MetalEar

How to make a Metalear

Ingredients: 3 parts friendliness 1 part courage 3 parts beauty

Method: Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Serve with a slice of sadness and a pinch of salt. Yum!

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Peacock

Strutting like a peacock
She glances across the room
Her shining turquoise sequenced
dress dragging on the floor

Her eyelashes, longer than natural
are thick black spiderwebs
that fall over her rouged cheekbones

Her lips grotesquely thick
and as maroon as dried blood,
mouth the words to the
song playing on the stage

A smudge of lipstick covers her
pearly white uneven teeth
She is oblivious

The carefully placed mole
stays in place like the
corpse of the legend who
made it famous

Her blonde wig sits on her
head like a mop used
to clean up the dust
from dirty corners

The ends of her
fingers pasted with
fire engine red
nails that are forced on,
skew, in a hurry

Rings of gaudy costume
jewels shoved onto
her bony, thin fingers
twinkle in the light
as she twirls her
hands above her head

She dances with wild
abandon, kicking her
legs and shaking
like a voodoo priestess
her arms flailing all around her
like a mad woman

Then
The music ends
The crowd applaudes
The lights fade
And she walks away

Charles folds his alter ego,

and hides in the cupboard,

waiting for the next evening

Breast

my heart beats too quickly
below my heaving breast
my breath is low and deep
As I let out a heavy sigh
I walk into the crowded room
awaiting my audience
I say a silent prayer
that my mask doesn't
dislodge and fall
to the floor
leaving me
naked.

I hate you

I hate you.

I wish you were dead
Rotting away in a hole
somewhere far away
I wish that I had never met you
I should have taken the bus instead.

You have destroyed what I had
You have destroyed my frail mind
You have destroyed who I am
You are destruction personified.

My anger is stronger than the
atomic bomb that hit Hiroshima
And it will cause more havoc
Your skin will peel away from your body
exposing your evil flesh for all to see.

My revenge will be sweet
Honey will taste bitter in comparrison
It will be slow and torturous
You will suffer as I have suffered
Your pleas of mercy will
fall on deaf ears.

And yet

I love you
still.

Your Choice

your choice to remain
in a cocoon,
a cocoon filled with
putrid slime and decay
that eats away like acid
at your flesh and soul.

your choice
to be free

your choice to stagnate
in an iron maiden,
an iron maiden covered with
dull rusty metal spikes
that skewer and pierce
your flesh and soul.

your choice
to be true

your choice to petrify
in a marble sarcophagus,
a sarcophogus overflowing with
squirming hungry maggots
that gorge and eat
your flesh and soul.

your choice
to love

your choice to suffocate
in your decrepid circumstance,
circumstance that entagle
your thoughts and dreams
and deaden
your flesh and soul.

you choice
to live.

it's your choice.

your choice
always.