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I'm Not Afraid of The Dark

Black Cherry Bitch

*for Carleen Passenant and Toni Halliday

SHE WEAVES THE WEB,
A RETENTION OF FIBERS/
SELECTED DESIRES FROM HER STRIPPED AWAY WIRES/
EMERGING,
CHROME PLASMA/
THESE POOLS OF MIASMA
SWIRL A MONITOR’S BLIZZARD
OF BLINDING WHITE NOISE
AS SHE SMILES AT THE SCISSORS/
SHE CAN’T STAND THEM
SHE CAN’T STAND MEN
SHE CAN’T STAND THEM
SHE CAN’T STAND MEN/
SHE SPITS AT THEM/SHE SEVERS THEIR THREADS/THIS GOES
TO HER HEAD/SHE EATS THEIR DREAD/
AND NOW SHE’S WANTED FOR MURDER/WANTED
FOR MURDER/WANTED FOR
MURDER/
WANTED FOR MURDER/
FLESH FUSED TO STEEL/HEART COLD AS METAL/
INFRARUBYRED LIPS KISS
THE FALLING ROSE PETALS/THEY LIGHT ON HER FACE/
THEY FLUTTER THROUGH SPACE/HER MONOTONE VOICE SHRIEKS/HER
SILVERBLADE EYES SEEK/BUT
SHE CAN’T GET HOME/SHE CAN’T GET
CHROME/TO REST HER BONES/HER BREAKING BONES/SHE’S
ALL ALONE/SHE CAN’T GET HOME/HER THOUGHTS UNKNOWN TO
HER SILVER STREAK SKIN AS SHE WHIRLS AND SPINS AND SCREAMS
AND STINGS
‘TIL THE RAW TASTE FLOWS COPPER/

17 AUGUST 1991
I’M NOT AFRAID OF THE DARK #54
F I N N E G A N

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