Wolf child, mother's blood. Milk
chalice, goblet of fire
forced into lifeskin, one
snake long.
But for his dull surprise
dolls eyes, black and tiny
round Ohs. Surprise him,
killing joke, a heart thrust
Rage, red scream howls, smile
drops from his face, lips
in her lap. Butterfly flicker,
slim blade wickers about
what's left of his face. Off
in the distance, sirens
dragging him faceless
and bleeding, ripples
in the pool. 10 pounds
of his guts, steaming
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