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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Henry Fuseli

First Timer

My Worst One Nighter
Followed me Down the Line of my Life.
When I First Fell Down That Well;
Old Was I Having Spent Most of Life In the Pen.
She Was a Present All Willow & Wine,
Fluid In Motion & What a Slick Grip.
a Real Home Coming In True Gangster Land Style
the Party Lasting Well Into Night.
me & Her Going At It Not Caring the Sight.
Stabbing & Stabbing With my Long Knife.
Dripping & Spent Then Into Her Mouth
a Grin Full of Sin & Back To the Mill.
Tired Was I After We Toweled & Dried.
Getting Into Bed I Thought This the Best It Ever Been.
It Was All So UnTrue As They Crept In my Room.
To Silence the Things Never Mouthed But I Knew.
Shoot Us They Did As I Used Her To Defend,
Bullets Cutting Through Her Turning Living Flesh To Dead.
Her Eyes Wide In Surprise As They Dripped Down my Thigh.
Night After Night That Is What I See
Endlessly Reminding That the Chunks Were a She.
An Ash Tray Was All I Could Find As I Used Her To Hide.
Kill Them I Did Again & Again
But Never Was I In Time.
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https://theprose.com/post/168922/first-timer

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Ink&Iron Heroic Fantasy

Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres

Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres

Mercy me

a Mad
Tea Party
&

you
Invited me
Oh
you Really
Shouldn’t Have
Cause you
See
the Hatter’s
Kind
of Lame
&

the
Tea
Is Kind
of Tame
Not the
Kind
They Use
To Serve
To me
Where
the Rabbit
Would Be
Packing
&

Alice
Would Be
On Her
Knee’s
&

Mercy
Would Be
the Furthest
Thing
you See
That’s
the Kind
of Party
For me
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https://theprose.com/post/48076/mercy-me

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If you were tied down at some rich man’s party,

about to be fed to a giant spider to entertain the guests, what would your final words be?
This is an important question.

Albrecht Dürer

Albrecht Dürer

A
Sporting
Chance
Is
All
I
Ask

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