Making Love

Dominatus‘ new one

is done already.

She looks beautiful.

 

From the fifties,

my love.

 

I watch him work.

He goes over to his old one.

I watch him take

 

out his scalpel.

He slid it over the skin

of her throat seductively.

 

He was having sex

with her, using

his scalpel.

 

I love you,

my darling April.

You are my showers.

 

His voice was melodic.

The scalpel penetrated

her epidermis and slashed.

 

She now wore a red dress.

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About blackwinterrosethorn

I am an artist and a writer whose living in Virginia. I go to Hollins University and I am a double minor in Creative Writing and Music. I've been writing for about eleven or twelve years. I've been singing forever and I have been drawing and painting for four or five years. I am open to doing commissions and collaborative pieces. View all posts by blackwinterrosethorn

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