Under Her Breast

The brilliant, sexy (and extremely modest) witchy woman hosting the Sunday Mini-Challenge: Carpe Jugulum, over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, invited everyone to craft a new poem that speaks of their thoughts/feelings on the following Terry Pratchett quote: “Don’t trust the cannibal just ’cos he’s usin’ a knife and fork!” And because I always listen to my delightful self *giggles-infused-cackles*, I accepted the challenge. 😉 Here is my Carpe Jugulum inspired poem. I will also link this piece to Holly’s Vampire’s Day Soirée.

“Under Her Breast”

Every heart fell
for the silver in his tongue,
for a mouth that licked minds
dazed
before sinking teeth into flesh;

every heart
but the one under her breast.

She had tasted
the fakery that oozed
out of the shine in his eyes,
watched him sign contracts
with the blood of shackled sheep,
while sitting on the backs
of the choice-robbed
and the enthralled.

She had wondered
if any of them would ever see
the muck that stuck to his bones,
the worms that rotted the hollows
that should’ve housed a soul;

will they sense the incubus
under the wealth-made halo,
or has he sucked all the marrow
out of their future and wits?

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The Crimson Messenger, by Kristof Corvinus“The Crimson Messenger”, by Kristof Corvinus

Expanding Wee Bits of Dark Fiction and Poetry, 8

Since I’m hosting my Expanding Wee Bits of Dark Fiction and Poetry only a couple of times a month, the selection tends to grow quite large. So I’m giving you a quintet to choose from.

I’ve listed five of the Poetic Bits I’ve shared on Instagram, Facebook and on my archival blog this last couple of weeks. Leave a comment letting me know which Bit you would like to see grow into a story or a full-length poem, and I shall develop the one with the most votes. Please make your choice before Wednesday, February 17 at 12:13am EST.

1) Which bit do you wish me to develop?
2) Would you like your choice to be flash fiction or longer poetry?
3) *optional* Why?

Here is the short list:

“Be More”
Make a crypt
for society and guilt.
Will your spirit free.
Wish, grow, feel,
be more.
– created out of words from Edgar Allan Poe and Sigmund Freud magnetic poetry kits

“Storm”
She kisses a storm on his skin;
and in his heart
lies desire.
– created out of words from Edgar Allan Poe and Sigmund Freud magnetic poetry kits

“Blood and Midnight”
She birthed tales
feathered in blood
and midnight.
– inspired by THIS page in an adult coloring book

“Foul”
thorn-less rose, manmade
wintry nights of naked blooms—
our Gaia cries foul

“Sardines”
squeezed like sardines, men
ride connected cans on rails—
rush hour in New York

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