by Sandra S Corona
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
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Wickedness attracts our curiosity, often is beautiful, interesting and rewarding. Which is why so many get caught up in wicked things.
Wickedness, ingrained, hides beneath raw flesh
permeating spirits and the souls’ mesh
whatever’s on the outside is pure hash.
Withering inorganic pus, greenish,
rots away the vine. Not for the squeamish!
Think before you do; once begun … finish.
Whether skin or fur, rumblings shall occur
skin will wrinkle; animals shed their fur.
Outside deemed an angel, inside a cur;
staring into his eyes … fall in a pool.
Following behind him, I was a fool.
He hypnotized me, saw someone to rule.
Wickedness gets into the blood—oozes
raging in veins of those whom it chooses.
When wickedness raves ev’ryone loses
Nightmares and chills reign in October air--
vampires, ghosts, ghouls, werewolves—don witches’ wear
mount enchanted brooms to fly here and there.
Night of the undead better plan ahead
lest darts, tongues, slide down your throat … enough said.
Corpses, rotting, prefer an earthen bed.
Boos, barking, crackling rape hard the night.
Ghastly, ghostly things illuminate man’s plight.
All living things shall pass—evil, righteous.
Wickedness, ingrained, hides in hosts … a guest!
copyright 2004 Sandra S. Corona
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Chillingly timely and à propos, Sandy. Thank you for sharing. Love and peace.
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
I believe Cinderella is in this year but even so one always remembers the wicked step-mother and evil step-sisters. Very good and seasonal writing. Your Friend, Paul.
|Reviewed by Sandra Mushi
|A very interesting ghoulish write, Sandra.
|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
|One of your very best Sandra..
|Reviewed by White Dove left
|Remakable talent you share|