L’appel du vide
The carrion blossom
of her flower-stained body
awash with the heady scent
of venom & ambergris
in lewd open bloom
like a pall
laid thick & heavy
before blear & leering eyes
Abnormal petting
vivarium seduction
scorpions, leeches,
jumping spiders
& bearded dragons
a little death & taxidermy
fringe-dwelling chaos
a place of domestic
serenity amidst
lascivious destitution
Unlikely as it seems
I envy perhaps
the funhouse
of fractured mirrors
erected to her afterlife
Perhaps it’s simply
the call of the void
Horror Sleaze Trash 