Voodoo Autograph

The dark and devilish nature of her words Strike my soul with bone crushing impact Delivering me to unfathomable heights Soaring beyond valleys of unspoken truths I swear I could feel the searing pain secreting From the puddles of ink unmercifully ejaculating From within her little black pen of revenge A cold, hard case of poetic justice iced my veins Slashing fiercely through the tender tissues of my heart Leaving a dreadful scar of excruciating scorn Forever embedded in what was once a sacred home It was as if a voodoo ritual was taking place Possessing every inch of my flesh successfully Soaking my skin with tsunamis of fear Compelling my body to dance with the spirit As I danced to the rhythm of the drums A cloud of smoke was blown to distort my vision In the wake of the smoke I began to hallucinate The image of a sexy harlot equipped with a machete Appeared before my eyes taking me by surprise Ready to slaughter and rape all who oppose her And rob them of their oh so precious manhood She pressed her lips against the blade then blew a kiss The kiss caressed my lips with the taste of honey By the swift blow of a gentle breeze she was gone When I returned from this coma of entertainment A severe addiction was unmistakably evident My taste buds craved for more of this woman's literature I had fallen victim to her powerful hex of poetic justice By Glenn McCrary © 2011 (All rights reserved)