"jagged desire turned anew"

rhythm on the voodoo
moves the knight from the board
saturn's moons will rotate
as black whips bruise jewels of night.
silver heels beckon,
mirrored hearts heat,
wolves cry out pack like
as the girl's scream pierces sight.
they tear from their leashes
teeth snarl hunger and blue
humanity no longer a weapon
with jagged desire turned anew.

`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
23sept10
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