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"Spilled Milk"
by Jeph Johnson
I lap it up
Almost aroused;
Feline in my fury,
Nearly blinded by the whiteness.
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My eyes are closed,
Dreaming of an ending
To these episodes of splattered horror
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Why not graphic bloodstains?
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Only serene innocence
Explodes for me to taste.
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I've inhaled mountain breezes
more disturbing
than my perception of this crime.
