First Contact

Her hair a light corn brown. Beneath luscious living vibrant veil. Soul sold bankrupt in forced financial sale. Is callously brutally drowned. Her perfume laced with maddening musk drives young lust into desire degenerate dust. Men flock mindless herded horny droves driven flash-flood gibbet gong gold rush. Her dress washed pale cream-blue silk shimmers floats beneath breathtaking perfume hair. Cut in cute taste invoking long-legged style clings flirts elegant outline seen cannot endure. Her nails are chilled white claws outstretched fingers flung shut escape doors. Shredding membrane wall pulsating sob suffering heart desired dame stripped twisted torn intestine insides apart. Her painted finger-tips as to coffin are strong nails stone-weights dead-weights placed upon soul set to fail. Without journey’s end hope lust life cruel fails heroin plunge hit syringe induced leeching fatal gale. Living delicate decay life soul since sold in bid sale black scented soft silhouette lace upon her stirs without fail. Turbulent storm at eye to unbeknown unbroken untested can leave sweated calm slumbering uncommonly tortuously unkind. Copyright © Terence George Craddock