made numb by the chills of solitude
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.
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