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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