The Head Hunt

Echoes of my inner voice
reverberates thru my soul
berating, chiding rebuking
that one lapse of long ago
Why did i not kill and scalp
when the time was just ripe
why did i not string the skull
into that glorious garland
that adorns my neck ?
Dark tresses billowing
kohl lined eyes abalze
bloodied tongue stuck out
I ride my hideous beast
thru one unlit world after another
hunting for the demon
I let escape
in a  moment of weakness.

~ Joy ~

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