away side



he left the game

misunderstood



what else could he do?



so he warped back feral:

red eyes,

glinting canine

night mouth



and a few years passed.

enough time for them old lives

to pass till some new

nightmare dropped fallow.



of his, into hers.



My courtesan



I have the gift of gab &

mad intercalary hands



glad sad mad bad:

mainly,

had to have



I aint never lose the taste of gash

when it runs so innocent

and has



up till now.



Right?