A Long Friday Ago

I hate bugs

I can’t stand bug people

Cocoons lie

Untrue upside steeple

Don’t you dare die

No, not in a deeply shallow puddle

Die, I dare you

In a predator’s befuddled cuddle

Try it – dying once in a while

Love it! – living dead now and then

When a killer tastes like wine

Meet a curse that is divine

Sin on a shrine

Say a prayer for prey

When the prey hears the prayer

Naked is the flesh

The soul hides and seeks, bare