Stygian Sisters Chwech
by Paul Tristram / November 21st, 2021
Caliginous cunnilingus
… with graveyard
bells & whistles…
bought her a weeks
reprieve…
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
DEEPER…
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. His novel ‘Crazy Like Emotion’ is available to purchase right
here . Also his collection of shorter fiction Kicking Back Drunk ‘Round The Candletree Graves' is available to purchase at
https://bookgoodies.com/a/B0DFMTSR4F Both books are published by Close To The Bone Publishing.
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This article was posted on Sunday, November 21st, 2021 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.