Curing Conceals Killing.  Salt in the wound. He can smell the disease you can not see. Deadly perfume. As first light b...

Totem. A tower of powerless femurs, fibulas and spines.   Red blood on White snow Soiled like a bone china plate. I’m ...

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Bittersweet Cello suite Rosin raising cries:   Gutwrenching.   He strings you along Then plays you like a violence...

Meat meet. Eight ate.   Plasma, hearts, spleen: A deep red ribbon Whirring in his blender. Extruding from his grinder. L...

The bleating lamb’s chatty tongue now silenced.   Lie still. Cat caught you. And you are Still lying? Is there a docto...

Jack’s wife’s liver Foie gras faux pas. Pass on that cruel plate Take a pass or pass away? I cheat when I’m reading my...