Angel Food (Angel Prey)
Drive the dirtied splinter.
Lay it straight;
direct,
and deep into her face.
No ending.
No beginning.
No point to be erased.
Walking at the ready,
to start a standing race;
I stop at the pop,
and forever set the pace.
So? I’m stubborn,
and I shall wait...,
and wait...,
and wait.
Dull.
Burred.
Rasp.
With tendon tightening hate,
an arms length away;
Hungry eyes sit juxtapose,
to baited lure on lines of Faith.
Poised.
Tight.
Erect.
The trinket trap now set.
For it’s lone sole purpose,
is to capture and collect;
—Any, and All; Fresh Angelic Flesh.
Alert.
Rush.
Growl.
I’m waiting on the trigger phase,
of cinching slipknot snares;
Looking for the fading gaze,
in Her 'dying fire’ stare.
What a precious thing to take,
a Holy Spirit kill.
Drooling for the Halos Grace,
I eat and take my fill.
(2013)
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