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.
