Micro fiction

Red Bow Tie

reading time less than a minute

 Every time Charles uses sheets of plastic
Vast fields of butterflies softly in agitato
.Elated perky devil says, I’ve now awoken
..Realities dreamt projected on my horizon
You know oh in my mind I’m never alone
The pull of my limbic depths is orgasmic
Harrowing my thoughts you become art
In the dark hole you are his an’ he is mine
.Never more rapturous than with blood
Gushing ripping drinking eating laughing

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