Here comes streetlight

and me again


a lover’s cheap charms

all over her diary


ambrosial language

for naked game


erogenous trust

her throat moans deeper


my sliver of smile

how can she know


true love cuts

red is a singer


in vocal cords

to stain her dress


death is a river

to wash her away


my knife is fed

I feel them grow




Inspired by Zaroff’s A Lover out of Control



© Basilike Pappa, 2018

39 thoughts on “How Demons Get their Wings

  1. Now this i very much enjoy.

    one of my favorite verses in this piece
    “true love cuts

    red is a singer

    in vocal cords

    to stain her dress”- makes me think of the music sensual aspect of death as well as a singer sewing machine stitching fate.

    awesome writing Silent Hour.

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      1. Aw, thank you. 🙂 Just a minor intermission. I’ve been tidying up my Florida novel the past 2 weeks, and busy with some other stuff, but I will get back to regular blogging asap. I also didn’t forget about our collaboration. I’m moving slow with that just to keep you on your toes. 🙂 🙂

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      2. I’m not surprised you’ve taken ballet classes. Your words are ballerina-esque. Yes, novel first. I’m happy with 98% of it now. Just need to tweak the last 2% and I’ll do something with it, not sure what.

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      3. Love the idea of ballerina-esque words!
        Editing a novel is a pain in the ass procedure, but a job worth doing. I wish you the best of luck with it, whatever you decide to do. I’ll be among the readers first chance I get.

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