In a seance of blue, failing light, speaking to the dead
but not in metaphors of flowers or sleepy-time hours
around the mahogany
torrid glory, sinister event
in the shadows quicken for a deadly event
building in tempo to my regret
as the air thickens with the residue of ash
and smoked cigarettes, sipping cognac fuller
and more corporeal than the cold draft
speaking to the harlot of the round-face clock
with vile jokes, living up to the emotes
clinging to the pendulum, caressing a sailor in detox with a penny ante
my bloodlust caused a frenzy in keeping with what was below
a boiling of my erect intentions for the damsel’s distress
my mind slide into a maddened state and with a high arc I slice
a conduit to the nether realm
of vulgarity and trembling hands
a tragedy, sweating to the skin with a cacophony of screams
banshees glowing in seance of blue
my revenge was finalized by her death
hello dearest Adagio please forgive my tardinesss I didn’t see this when you posted it is beautifully dark 💕
We did good, Brenda.