The Dark Room

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Aelius Galen

“Despair is once more approaching”
she would whisper
… and he’d immediately stop
whatever he was previously doing
… and raise an angry fist to God.
Endogenous Depression…
was always his favourite Season
(Although he kept this to himself
… favouring ‘tutting’
and ‘complaining’ whilst inwardly
relishing every second of her plight).
“May I escort my beautiful Lady…
up to the safety of The Dark Room?”
“Mhm” she would reply
with a cute little pout and frown…
sending his nether-regions
twitching, and the blood rushing
to his over-the-moon features.
He would lift, and cup her to him
… Bridegroom carrying
the delicate and once-more-broken
Object of his Desires…
towards the Wonderful Place
… where she Hibernates
in Nightmares and Past Wounding
… leaving him completely Free
to kiss-it-all-better…
at his own Discretion and Leisure.

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.