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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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Cigarette Girl

 

I didn’t smoke in life.

The fake cigarette

is between my lips now.

 

I’m dead, I think.

I can’t move,

so I can feel for a pulse.

 

I’m a museum piece

and the only one able to see

the whole room.

 

There are two of them.

They work together in tandem

to make us beautiful.

 

Maybe, I am alive.

I feel myself breathing,

at least.

 

I won’t be for long.

it’s time for the trash

to be thrown out.

Goodbye.


Slave and Master

 

She’s had plastic surgery,

I mutter it again and again.

Dominatus ignored me.

Let’s get this hair done right.

His voice was shrill.

Get the white blouse, Adsero.

I do. It sits beside

one of the other dolls.

She’s one of the older ones.

Here, Dominatus.

I say, giving him the blouse.

He’s ripped her old one off.

She’s perfect, Adsero.

I agree. He carressed

her body like it was his wife’s.

He misses her.

My wife was like a doll.

I say nothing.

There are police sirens

everywhere.

Prepare that one.

Yes, Dominatus.