Occupy Poetry

Bedroom Killing

BY Saira Viola

He woke up in a green sweat
By his side a gun a girl and a gimp mask
His mind weeded with strangled intimacy
Her blond curls kissing the pillow
Purple melancholy draping the room
And Satan's veil pickling his tongue
He flipped her on her side
Cold sleeted
her back ridged with vermillion hand prints
Sock puppet blue
His ashy tears
Curdling her anesthetized form
Yesterday's sweetness
Had become Monday's fetor
A Magnum opus of
Squalid Glory .

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