I smell it like spilled spirits
Her room’s telling lyrics hinted ribaldries
One last pyrrhic tryst. A final taste of her dribbled electricity.
One glass of fear-fearing milk I kill to muster the silken steel
She requires from me. A choir of words potent magically
Spoken over a glyph spoked seal from Solomon’s psalter
Confined to the threshold
With the vampire, the shit dog and the falterer.
Alchemisland 
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