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Art school love killed by lust.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I peel off the layers, uncover your firm white flesh and stroke by stroke I make you ready – you are hard now – but soon you will simmer till soft.

I can feel you like the nematode that runs under my skin leaving track marks as it goes, those long meandering red lines causing me pain. I feel you in my flesh and want you out, you worm, so small and fast, antibiotics don’t do the task. Like a succubus you have come to harass me. I cannot sleep. I cannot eat. I do not hear songs, my heart does not leap. I am Pauline in peril. And you, vicious villain, have me tied to the tracks awaiting my fate as you drive that steam engine full throttle. ...

cud-chewing days of pasture graze bovine weight a winter of nothing lying about learning to walk after the cutting and sawing of limbs. lumbering remembering forgetting it was nothing, the planting joint and socket makes one bionic never again to bend at will to kneel before any god or master character of steel though now a cow you survived the operating theatre.

Snow streams under acrid flames burning scrub pine into blackened lungs on high mountain reveries of wasted plum dreams with unacceptable partners in lead lederhosen who promise moonbeams then hand out slugs for the slot machines. Round the fire ring we dance till we ferment.