INVITE

She was a beast

...ungroomed

…unkept.

Dishevel becomes her

morning breath

sweet and sour

no matter

the hour

taste the power

of toxic

intoxication

hairs a mess

bares her breasts

a welcome invite

to lose

myself in 

the insight

of her warm

and dreamy

nest.

 

 

 

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Dr. Healy

 

 

 

 

• Dr. Healy was absent that night and no one 

  was the wiser. He went off just to have a smoke and returned just before the smoke cleared. 

  I have a memory of him scanning the scene before his entrance. Most unusual don’t you think? 

  Why the hesitation? 

  One would properly assume he’d burst into the room but rather he wandered, as if strolling through a smoke shop while killing time on his lunch hour. 

  But this was the dark of night, to be clear, and I fear the good Doc had a hand in it…both of them. 

  He was impatient because he had patients waiting, or so he said, so who was I to question? 

  But then, who has patients in the night?
  

  Not my task in life to ask. 

  Don't go where you are not invited, but invited or not I had to investigate.

  
  

   

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Red rest

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Moon Mous

 

 

 

 

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L'eyes

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Splat

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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