tHe vERy WIckeD apple tree knOWs

My halloween stains are all over your sheets
I’m your candied apple, ready to eat
my heart skips, but you don’t miss a beat
your horror’s filling me up, I’m too lost to scream
the trick or treaters’ ghosts hover and observe,
my resign and your powerful nerve
your razor fingers trace my curves
giving me the torture that I deserve
 a puppet of your pierced voodoo
oozing devil’s residue
churning out my wicked brew
in response to all you do
you’re all tangled in my gossamer hair
you try to break free, but I’m trapping you there
my arms are branches that have covered your bare
you must be careful, sir, who you scare.
Published in: on November 14, 2008 at 9:53 am  Comments (1)  
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  1. Good one. The “razor” and the “oozing” lines are especially striking.

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