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2025-0504
#Erotica280 #1212 Response
She wrote a poem
and he wrote a reponse
Their words danced
and swayed
back and forth
step by step
hand in hand
across the room
of negative space
infinite wireless
connections
#Erotica280 #1218 Xanadu
On her couch, some clothes unbuttoned,
she asked me what I thought of Xanadu.
So I told her of her pleasure domes
and fertile grounds,
to be watered by sacred rivers
blossom those incense bearing trees!
and she
said, “I mean the Olivia Newton-John movie.
I’m in an 80s mood.”
Well, I thought,
as I looked for it on Prime,
at least she wasn’t talking about
that god-awful Rush song.
#horrorprompt 1812 Game
“It’s just a GAME!” Artichokie said
as he brought the bat down on the man’s head.
“Why do you keep shouting at Aiden?”
“I’m … I’m sorry!” said the man,
holding up a hand,
begging him to stop.
Another crack, across the jaw.
Teeth flew against the basement wall.
“Every game! You tell your son
to run. Run here! Run there! What the hell
Aiden, you scream, Get your head in the game!
Well, Carver, is YOUR head in the game NOW?”
The bat came down
again
and again
but Carver didn’t respond.
He didn’t hold up a hand
begging to stop.
Carver was out.
He would never yell at Aiden
again
#horrorprompt 1811 Bone Cracker
At Fort McCoy, they were getting ready
for the orders to move on Chicago.
Clear out the sanctuary city.
They knew they’d face some pushback,
so they painted names on their tanks,
names like:
Tianenmen
Bone Cracker
Matamojados
#horrorprompt 1810 Electrode
As they put the electrodes on my skull,
I knew that they were going to change my
brainwaves. They said they were just going
to test my sleep patters, but I knew they were
up to much, much more, but still
my wife held my hand and said it was going to be
ok and I wanted to make her happy and now
I’m awake and she’s not around and they are
telling me that she died years ago but
they were wrong she was
JUST
HERE
#horrorprompt 1809 Drill
The last thing I remember was them putting the drill against my kneecap but I didn’t have anything to tell them that I hadn’t already told them but now I know that it was never about knowledge or information it was only about pain and they destroyed me for no other reason that that they could
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