Take the wheel she
said this
Will not move. The ruts
exhaled a bittersweet smell
It did not smell like victory.
Whoever, eventually, in this case
it's you,
Dies alone. Mourning the gradual
decay of their faculties and
The perfume of pre-morbid
Death.
A slab of marble already
etched in
Heaven
With words that singe, black
Imperishable
A spiral of dark
Energy driving it down
like sex
Over and over and over.
Alex S. Johnson is a journalist, dark fiction author, poet, editor and publisher. A few of his books are THE DOOM HIPPIES, DOCTOR FLESH, BIZARRELY DEPARTED, FREAKS OF HELL, BUREAU OF DREAMS, THE FLOWERS OF DOOM and SKULL VINYL. He runs Nocturnicorn Books, does THE SMOL BEAR N' PICKLES YOUTUBE SHOW with his partner Alea Celeste Wiliams, and has inhabited a body lacerated with terrible pain for the past seven years. He lives in Carmichael, California with his family.
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