The Love GunA Poem by Shannon“Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain; he’s going to float away in a balloon anyways,” Christopher Gargas
The walls become porous
Quivering pinpricks of red against wax paper white skin Lips by the hundreds Beckon, curse, suck, pucker, scream, purse Pulpy and red quivering It’s time for them to feed Yesterday, it was worse; they were eyes Staring at me, I stabbed them straight out, they bled, and now this I slipped one a microdot Watched it dissolve on her tongue like a communion wafer the cute pair just for kicks Now there’s drool on the floor At least it’s locked, the door It would’ve opened by now, it’s breathing, wants to cum in hard Just a turn of the knob insertion Assimilation, satiation, titillation Hey lover, look at me A degenerate meme Monsters, agents of torment from a new mindless age words assault me An ocean of humanity one and a half inches deep lays siege To my mind Stroking it ever so gently I met Lilith once Under a cold fluorescent light in the street, he even had tits Hermaphrodite that she is Licking her lips, squeezing his swollen chest now I ask you Do I put the pistol in my mouth, or Nonsense; that’s all this is. © 2022 ShannonAuthor's Note
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