The Lonely Man’s Monster

by fyarlgiles

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His fingertips

made numb by the chills of solitude

reach out

to feel her body writhe.

She is  a cold, wet snake under his touch,

slick and yielding like clay.

Whispers in the stale air agree

that she is a decaying wretch.

Still,

he seeks her spoiled heart

and her cloudy eyes

to save him from seclusion.

“The Lonely Man’s Monster”  by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: “Utentes Adormecidos” by Hugo Barros

http://society6.com/hugobarros/Utentes-Adormecidos_Print

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