Sex and Murder Magazine

ByMarra

flesh descending:
a hollow skin that’s
bitter-sweaty
and pale.

her hair was burned black by
a crimson moon
as she grabbed me under
a street lamp.

sodium
exploding.

she shocked my every move.
sweaty skin burning my sweaty eyes

hurt-hurt

I tasted her smell
as she waved and waved goodbye.
crucified onthe intercourse machine.

She lay on a blanket
we were under a black moon that was
hanging in a blank sky.

“travel alone”
she whispered.
she left