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The Grim

by fyarlgiles

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A necrotized

claw has sprouted from the

neck of my favorite lace gown.

At first, it was a pool

of strawberry syrup

as bright and red

as a freshly skinned knee–

And then,

under the hanging tangerine fog of a Sunday afternoon,

it melted upward

into a

nagging,

sickled flower

of bloodless quiet

anticipating its reflection

in me.

“The Grim” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Sarah Cruce

http://www.society6.com/sarahcruce

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In Time for Forever

by fyarlgiles

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I bask in the mist

of forgotten monsoons and slow-crawling moons.

Where my naked back,

strong and silky,

pleads  for the brilliance of  electric green blasts

to ride above me

in explosions that leave sparks

in my hair.

and scars on my neck

that will never fade away

like time seems to do

“In Time for Forever” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Steven Quinn

http://society6.com/terra3/Sleep-sz1_Print

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

A Very Blustery Day

by fyarlgiles

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 a glorious  gust

of bellowing wind

swept me up

and blew me round

through honey-colored

dew and lace

 above the tame and hollow town

the thrill of flight

was full

but brief

for dust that travels

with the breeze

must always settle in the ground

in cracking bricks

of dismal peace

-Angie

Artwork: “Flying High” by Vin Zzep:

http://society6.com/vincepezzaniti/flying-high-VVN_Print

Wise Old Sea

by fyarlgiles

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 A resentful heart

 splintered and stale

settles slowly

like the angry tides

that thrash before the radiant sun

then smack the shore

tired and defeated

but wiser than before

“Wise Old Sea” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Sarah Cruce

http://www.society6.com/sarahcruce

Building an Empire

by fyarlgiles

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whispers surf on the wind

seeking the minds of men

where to  conquer next, little dogs?

A world we have lived in

but never have seen

The King’s Dinner

by fyarlgiles

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That foolish heart

that quakes and quivers

 fears and fancies

futilely

for  fate affirms

that it must fall

to fix

a feast

 of florid fare

Angie

Artwork by Kris Tate:

http://society6.com/Tate

Naked

by fyarlgiles

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My goodness relents

to bath in muddy waters.

for a moment

unwatched

I break

 embracing my own corruption

 There is no forgiveness

only the bliss

of truth

 “Self” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Sarah Cruce

http://society6.com/Sarahcruce

Taste of a Woman

by fyarlgiles

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She is the taste that leaves me withered

and sore

but still

My lips tremble in anticipation of her

I crave endlessly

her porcelain shoulders

slim and flushed

against satin sheets and velvet pillows

devour me

til dawn 

til death

let me

inhale

all that you are

“Hunger” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Pledant:

http://society6.com/pledent/nude-572150_Print

Look Back in Anger

by meaghanmerrifield

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my form and what it contains

for once

one in the same

they say you see red

but all

i ever see

is

you

“Look Back in Anger” by Meaghan Merrifield

Artwork by Francis Bacon