Since it's all numerical today (06/06/06) I've been enjoying fiddling around with poetry. Here's one where I play with syllables, counting up from 1 to 10 -- something sinister for the day...Lamia
You,
my love:
Wind-whipped hair
and baleful gaze!
Lamia flexes
her iron claws against
stone. She wants to rend my heart
and then to feast upon my flesh
while she makes love with that corpse of mine
and weeps blood tears, prays for better quarry.
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