killing jars/

©2021 Michael Raven

this little house
of horror i wear inside
brain walls flowing
held faces screaming
on the boardwalk water
promenade
flies body mirror
lies, arousal
ache to kiss her
pins and needles
at the other side
of the killing jar
eyes become wings
and the girl starts
to sing
cold steel rusted remains

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