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CONTRAST 1989
Two Drops of Necromancy
Illuminated by a candle,
the dank space slips
through wet, seeping cracks
in the stoney stairs
I
descend.
My cavernous pit
glows with the drifting haze
of earlier work-
residual black
dimly lit with
acrid blue-green mists.
Movement ...
I corner my narrowing gaze
to quivering life-
down there.
Its shadow Writhes
.over the remnants of
red meat- two glinting teeth
shred the week-old decay
of another, less fortunate.
Repugnant fascination with this
creature, compels
my grey~skinned hand
to the blade.
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