The Purest Pantheon, Dais Three

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A sanguine horror is plastered across the marble, 

its slippery sheen reflecting the brilliance 

of the perfect man. 


His flesh taunts my eyes, 

teasing curvaceous lines  

and rippling muscles 

that peek through the toga. 


Though like the others,  

horror creeps through the stone. 


Turn one way, and I see  

a tenderized face: 

Eyeless, jawless, nose-less, toothless— 

   Has it stopped breathing? 


   It sucks me into its black hole— 

   ragged breath preaching 

   that is has no soul. 

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© Thomas Gallimore Barker, 2021



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