Howling into the Fade
 

She loved me like a laser
seeking the center…to erupt
 
Every lick of her tongue
tempted me closer
toward complete corruption
 
The spell of her passion
pulsed with a fever
that kept me lusting
for a sickness without cure
 
Remedies were few and far between
as she laced my dreams
with liquid poison/100% pure
and sure
to rot my guts with gasoline
 
I tried to scream
but her supple lips
muffled the sound/silencing
the moans
as I groaned
for release/which she brought at a price
 
Sold my soul
for one night
in her grasp/she clasped
tightly with her talons
and twisted/torturing
my madness out of hiding
until our laughter lost all meaning







​Bio: Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, and essays can be found. His chapbook "Songs of a Dissident" was released in 2015 through Transcendent Zero Press and is available on Amazon. His poetry collections "Chaos Songs" (Longsword Press) and "Happy Hour Hallelujah" (CTU Publishing) are both forthcoming in 2016.