In Darkness

It’s been a dark day

Awaiting fresh poppy deliveries

To hang and dry

To crush with mortar and pestle in hopes

Of visiting vexed vixens

Intent on mixing oils with petals

On canvas

To burn matches

Create riddles wrapped in enigmas

Suffering fools

Wedged between reality and surreal dreams

Of flames nipping on toes

Licking the spines of escapees running

Running with leaden legs

In terror

Horrid images of melting faces

Sinister clowns

Laughing murderously in captivity

Pacing as lions before the raw flesh

Devoured in torn chunks

Pulling and ripping as the mane waves

Gloriously in slaughter

An epitome of beauty

Repulsive synchronicity

Until contented satiated fullness

Awaits passing prey

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