Bell Crush
What happens if I hid
From my lust and dodging through fences hail
The ferryman and flirt for a free ride. She screams on the rocks
Face’s twisted, demon. Loosing form
To swim she can always find
Me. I leave her a path deliberate even
As I run. What is this that follows me?
Her heated rage blazing behind only I
Run and lust she walks her limbs hotly contort
With delirious step. Her cock is pinched and
Leaking. She’ll catch up I am
Cooked, dead, over, finished. She pressed rippling clenching deep
To find me is not enough neither is to have me whole.
There is nothing out
Of this steaming bell. I’m wilted red
Completely killed, no thought of any plan
Is left.
This poem is inspired by a Japanese folktale I read in Japanese Ghosts & Demons The Art of the Supernatural as excerpted below:
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