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May 2014
The catiff faces flashes of flame-colored streaks within an effluvium of a Chinese-red aura;
Alabaster feet descend into a lucent, moist,sensuousΒ terra cotta of an ancient Acoma clay;
The inner sanctum is torn asunder,a convulsive maelstrom gyrating in a vertiginous gale;
Formerly coherent chambers designed neatly to fit the one and only size reclines in ruins;
The newly anointed vagabond shivers, bones radiate,an icy hell,skin shredded to the soul;
A flood-tide rolls through the wanderer's field of vision ,as it provokes a foreboding terror;
Total disintegration of the rover's den fails to obscure the scion's bent and battered corpse;
Thoroughly shattered, the frenzied creature discerns a well-tapered icicle dangling above;
A stray bat swoops out of the decay as the deadly and frozen blade raised in anticipation;
Plunged into the sternum as she screams at the sight of the cold, lifeless body of her lover!
Misha Allport
Written by
Misha Allport  Fortaleza, Brasil
(Fortaleza, Brasil)   
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