Dedicated to the discarded

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I apologise to those discarded phrases

who in invoking themselves in a furious moment

were only to be crossed out, barred and abandoned

each letter was so important

yet in questioning each word

criticising each thought, I saw too

many imperfections to be fixed

like a boat with too many holes

there were simply too many plugs

and so I had to let it sink

I’m sorry for my harshness and laziness

I couldn’t save you from your creator

who couldn’t live with her imperfections.

The man eater

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The man-eater

sucks upon the juices

savours the aroma

of bewilderment

by beauty

 

The game is played

to her advantage

the pressed flesh eroticism

stench evident upon

the mind of the toy

 

She devours

peeling away

the flesh exposing

layer upon layer

bones, organs

and finally

the heart

which she places still beating

upon the trinket-laden

charm bracelet

crowded by scattered hearts

of willing victims

she smiles.