Circumstance
Slashed wrists fiery heroine billowing lover’s trance
broken pieces shallow furor eyes close circumstance
naked bodies poison ivy archaic realms stifling heat
fear project hungry beasts abstracted humanoids recant
scraps of metal alleyways artists scramble for the gate
poets fly through broken windows cat’s shit on hot tin roofs
bywords fall across the page books burn at the stake
platitudes ballast ignorance turmoil delivers sordid joy
Horror Sleaze Trash 
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