Alex S. Johnson

Psychedelic Vampire

And she was falling down in fire,
him leaning over her as
rainbow glitter winked along the edges of 
his two sets of
collars

Inlaid with mushroom heads
inset with snakes
inset with snapping jewel hives
that clove and rendered her baby mind

Opening up a voyage to Arcturus
making Aurelia vulnerable once more and
opening up her head to that
soft, fine, particulate matter

Like sand in an hourglass
like the smile of nitrous oxide tipped over
within the fine fibers of carpet
within the knots of duelling fractal spacetimes
within molecular kingdoms
sucked down, rooted through

In the age-old familial vampire dynastic way 

At the moment of her mushroomorgasmic death
re-experiencing the sugar ransom
of her life held
prisoner from
birth within the
incest hiive.

Her spirits flapped and flailed. He
sunk his lysergic teeth deep within once
more, and the ticket to the swirling cinema of her
youthful escapades was not so easy won. Brutality

Hammered down on her head like Maxwell’s silver fists, 
her father and brother tag-teaming her through
her adolescent dreadful rites, her squirming like a
bug as pleasurable pain gripped her bones.

But sundering came as soft release like
soft spring rain the

Clouds tipped over their dancing buckets and
she crossed the meadow barefoot, nude her

Full breasts swaying, as the fae swirled 
around her rotating hips

The music swelling, credits crawling as the
notes of skittering dub swan-dove her vertebrae

Undead undead undead
undead undead undead

Undead.

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