Stygian Sisters Chwech

Caliginous cunnilingus
… with graveyard
bells & whistles…
bought her a weeks
besides, we want her
Man to forward freely
… out of honourable
intentions to Sacrifice
… the precious,
colourful ‘Butterfly’
… the Otherside
gifted him with at Birth
… afore some other
Wench sees it fluttering
‘round inside his
‘Good-As-Gold’ Heart.

Blood Of My Blood
… we Descend
with each Halted
Ascension we SnAkE.
As we Course-The-Hare
… of their Options,
Narrowing Walkways
… whilst leading
with pretend-pity
… echoes.
Denying ‘Mercy’
… will be but the gravy
we finger-lick…
from the broken plates
we shall Conjure
of their desperate Lives!

•  Chwech is the Welsh word for Six

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer who deals in the Lowlife, Outsider, and Outlaw genres.  He wrote his first poem as a teenager following his release from the (Infamous) Borstal ‘HMP Portland’, and he has been creating Literary Terrorism ever since. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.