Exsanguination at the Easel\u2019s Alter<\/p>\n
Strangely subdued, she surrenders to our intentions,
\nMinimal restraints required, posed perfectly.
\nDiabolical benediction spoken from the host\u2019s mouth,
\nSarcasm perpetuating through every word.<\/p>\n
Outline paint required, torniquet tightened, needle penetrates,
\nAs the needles of his eyes penetrate my inner thoughts.
\nMy deception unveiled.
\nCrimson fluid pumps into the vial, expecting the dip of my brush.<\/p>\n
Meticulously, I produce my art, his gaze burns with each stroke.
\nOutlining the haughtily submissive angel, I mar the canvas,
\nThe unblemished habit forming within the scene.
\nUnblemished and innocent, my love letter to him.<\/p>\n
A second vial required, coolly I fix her with my stare,
\nKnowing that her piety will deny me any response,
\nFor she has faith.<\/p>\n
Dyer-Bolique\u2019s faith is lacking, but the potent chemistry remains,
\nAcid and lye, simmering, preparing for a mighty explosion.
\nEtching the canvas mirrors my etching of her frail skin,
\nThe night drags on.<\/p>\n
Her lips click with an arid thirst, but the seal remains closed,
\nHer hands cross on her trembling lap, the trembling consumes.
\nA wasted meal, for the mutton is tough, indigestible, noxious,
\nMy antics prove less palatable as he relishes and loathes the test. <\/p>\n
A final vial ensures closure, our masterpiece complete,
\nThe Werther to his Goethe, despised for the truths within.
\nExsanguinated and at peace, inflamed and charred,
\nBut through the canvas her legacy lives on.<\/p>\n
His wrath tears through as we become one,
\nUncontrollable,
\nUnhinged.
\nI fear that I may win this tournament,
\nBut have a more insidious game at hand.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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