film scene, retching and dragging my un-tight legs along
this antiquated, soon to be autopsied linoleum floor.
Cracked allure of concussive gore. Bruised and confused
and wavering away from reality. Disabled runway model.
Old cat lady with swollen feet and scratches across
flimsy wrists. Another pair of cat eye glasses
falls off my head and breaks and the room grows darker."
A small part of a long poem of mine, "The Age of Vicissitude", which is newly appearing today in Horror Sleaze Trash!
Read more HERE - https://horrorsleazetrash.com/2025/03/02/juliet-cook/
(This poem is longer than my usual and will also be appearing in my chapbook "Blue Stingers Instead of Wings", forthcoming this Spring from Pure Sleeze Press.)
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