The Purest Pantheon, Dais Four

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‘til death do us part 

escaped their twisted lips 

as the dancers clutch one another  

in lover’s embrace, 

squeezing the life out of each other— 

a newlywed couple shedding their disgrace 

before they flick the tongue of their knifes  

into skin. 


No hard feelings, their knifes mutter, slipping intimately 

in an act of mutual penetration, 

making blood blossom like love on a wedding night. 

Their fluids drool over the cold, dead stones— 

    what sort of release is there in familicide? 

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© Thomas Gallimore Barker, 2021



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