been there done that
“let’s do this
thing, warden,”
said the death
row convict
ready for a shot,
his horrible crime’s ticket
down to a hot vacation,
at least not permanent
like the Catholics say
& hopefully not back to
press the button/throw
the switch on another
or fret black beads
like the prison chaplain
or the warden himself
numb and bespectacled
waiting to retire
or a watching bug on the wall
or a haunting invisible spirit
to say nothing
of that little girl
in the woods
made suddenly aware
that she’d never
be a princess
Horror Sleaze Trash 