I.
A screech echoes as a bra strap
spasms into an asp, sinking
into mammarial man-flaunters,
and discharging autophagous
bacterium as if ejaculated after
the peek of destruction arousal.
She scratches her scalp as if
it were ambushed by a fedora
of mosquitos. With every sweep,
a clump of hair deroots, so she
jerks her arms outwardly, but
the hands benumb into solid
lead and crashes her into tile.
Afront, high heel soles dispel
the stench/smoke of burning
rubber. In desperation, she
kicks savagely as if capable
of merely leg-swimming away
from the incursion. Through
the string holes emerges two
lubed/elongated hookworms
that coil toward the thighs' split
into vulva, and blood dribbles
down the thigh for the last time.
II. Honey Bee
There she breathes like a fountain
of crystalline water, generating
gentle ripples over the bedspread.
Towards this delicacy, his muck-
fingers begin quivering/stretching
uncontrollably. From within her
cherry lips, she blows a powdery
substance. An itching infestation
prevails throughout his surface,
so he scratches aimlessly as if
warding off fire, but his fingernails
strengthen into protruding razors.
He slices savagely from apparel
and jumps into his every desire.
The water pollutes into a pigment
of brown. Every thrust rips into her
like an efflorescent canvas defiled,
until he peeks. Implanted within her
is a stinger. He submits to death.
III. Werewolf
Like a seeping lunar aroma,
a perfume evokes his sleek-
buttoned wardrobe to stretch/
shred, then his on-the-clock-
office-chair-restraints to burst
loose. Over lips, he tongues.
Forth, his lance rises, stout
and pulsating. He thrusts into
a pilgrimage, succumbing
to employer number two--
the primitive--revealing his
salivating fangs, and stirring
his generated musk along
communal cauldrons where
thicker deltoids form bigger
spoons to gyre greater.
Like the pasty disk above
sky (to be taken with water),
the flag flutters mesmeric
betwixt a couplet of thighs.
Once victorious, he sinks
back into his former name.