How Demons Get their Wings

Basilike Pappa

Silent Hour

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

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Author: Kindra M. Austin

Author of fiction, poetry, and very sweary social commentary. Editor and writer for Sudden Denouement, Whisper and the Roar, and Blood Into Ink. Founder of One for Sorrow. Founding member of Indie Blu(e).

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