Wednesday, 9 July 2014

Red Mass

Out of isolation trip the ex-goddess screams like holy relief now she knows there is no god in the workhouse with witchy Ellen she hand marks the walls and smiles her arse cheeks at anyone who can’t stand her face they think it’s the moon getting brighter but no it was only someone sparking the light while the wall irons shoulder it like a marriage and the blackbird flies corner to corner berry blood wet on his beak

we’ll leave our leathers off for this one and call the waif home with her cheekbones that cut whatever you want to a shag stamp on her neck in this room speaks a giant language now there’s three of them one with mad young skin dead leaves gone copper on the live side the blackbird whips them to a shiver cut to an ex-goddess throat but she’s only acting and spits blood alive from her belly now everyone needs feeding the waif is first to the table lies her back down and uncrosses her girdle now the bolts are drawn and the play can truly begin

blackbird drops her a still-beating heart and she bites like she’s never eaten before throwing scraps to the men whose tankards beat down tasty rhythms come over here cherub don’t call me cherub the wall irons need turning so blackbird cleans berry blood off his claws with a lizard tongue he’s grown for the night

ghosts are awake the wall irons hiss it’s a shame Maria didn’t make it no one’s seen her since May but we’re here in this workhouse for witchy Ellen to slow wailing caverns now she’s made bones strong holding irons a mouth salty red and lick scented she shakes herself out as she pleases death watch beetle out on a stag his fur coat makes him look rich crawls over the piano for a feeler around he’s alright just his owner is lethal a dealer in sighing morgue organs

a touch of the old one his tree roots make cracks in the floor and eel round the room a fine perch for blackbird he’s our lordy pulls our heads open route open witchy Ellen and ex-goddess draw out let’s call it a vévé though the waif says it’s strappy end up Billy and laughs when death watch drops his own signing their work then he has her turn over and signs himself again on her back.


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