She was dreadfully beautiful, but cool to the touch and unmoving. I let a shudder vibrate through my spine. A voice inside me told the awful truth, she was dead, killed by the strangulation I had put her through while blinded by anger. I had wanted love, not destruction. Peace instead of chaos, but there she was sprawled out on the floor, eyes staring at nothing. Then an idea occurred to mea].She could still grant me a measure of love for a temporary time. This once living work of fleshly art was still useful until she became bloated from the cycle of post mortem. With an optimistic grin I slowly dragged the body toward the basementa]. From the darkest corners of the Internet comes a poet ready and ripe for his hardcopy debut. Ectoplasm: As Hypocrisy Blurs is an unorthodox and twisted take on poetry mixing the brutal truth of reality with complete lunacy that will make the reader want to laugh, cry, vomit, and wonder what asylum this writer escaped from. Before you call the police read the poetry.
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