Author S. K. Nicholas

crescent shaped ulcers. besieged by rabid dogs

foaming like a waterfall. soaked in acrid tears

a pastime of whoring. deplored by critics unseen

they sniff and they suck. they tease and they pluck

shaven scalp. repetition breeds repulsion

from kingdom to crown. a freeway of horrors just waiting to be true

black neon god. dead sea scrolls bound in teenage mistakes

from vulva to throat. stitched together with intricate care

bottled beer and shame. necrosis of the heart

apostles on crosses. designed to disperse at the calling of dawn

inverted rainbows and sunken breasts. stained with the hands of

a thousand burning witches