A blog by Bedrieger Junction's Slant of Light writing group
We Are Among Us Incubi and succubiprowl dance clubs, country clubs,book clubs, churches.They tempt us notwith groin or breast or tonguebut with tiny mirrorsthe size of a thumb,from which we peek out at ourselveswith eyes amazed and in love.Who can resist their own regard?We follow, heedless of the yearsof rueful reflections to come. — Thomas…
This creature is crawling viscera…
If a vampire knocks, / Will I let them in?…
the god of the humans / is a parasitic vine…
In recent centuries, the eaters / of the dead have shrunk in numbers…
My face has no face, only expressions.
You ever watch that British baking program where they’re all sweet & polite / & you just know…
You imagine us angry, spiteful, / eager to destroy the world…
Lewd hooves trample geometry…
Skin tossed onto the chair / spine tucked under the bed…