Mannequin Halo

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Submitted: June 28, 2011

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Streetwalkers cackle softly

 

In the shadows of fear

 

Crippled assassins aim yet, misfire

 

As the barrels scream off

 

 

Into the sweaty swamps

 

That comprise their genitals

 

Now as I walk down the highway

 

A thousand distraught eyes gawk

 

 

And like fire they fiercely devour my flesh

 

Lacing the tissues with a searing tinge of death

 

Their virulent words no more than merely one syllable

 

Ejaculate fascinating colors akin to the aurora borealis

 

 

As swiftly they saunter off into the midnight sky

 

Soaring beyond the moon, making love to the stars

 

My eyes had never before witnessed such a tragedy

 

A tragedy so freakishly mesmerizing to the human eye

 

 

Knives drive angrily from the anuses

 

Of these vile creatures

 

Roaring deliberate echoes of sinful songs

 

To raze innocence

 

 

Opaque as the vagina of an eclipse,

 

They masturbate to anguish

 

While intoxicated by the drunken memories

 

Of traumatic childhoods

 

 

The happy hour appears as the knives

 

Climax blood upon virgin flesh

 

Vomiting up every sour ache of intense hate

 

That plagues their hearts

 

 

The avenue to freedom will draw

 

A dreadful sacrifice of time and patience

 

It will spawn mannequins to mimic

 

the choreography of every move we make

 

 

The ultimate battle has

 

Dawned across the horizon

 

Guard your loved ones

 

For havoc will soon arise

 

 

 

By Glenn McCrary

 

 

 

© 2011  (All rights reserved)



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