Stranger Series- Part Three

Dear Stranger,

May ended prematurely,

Its warm days fled

As though running from the plague.

The hands of hellish flames

Caressed every crevice,

To an orgasmic death.

My last breath fled with May,

To a faraway village

Where they grow old.

Euphoria abandoned my body,

Like an unhappy forty year-old man abandoning his family.

But it comes back every

Once in awhile,

Torturing me with its allure,

Electrocuting me one delicious volt after the other,

Until every inch of my skin

Is scarred with the memory of May.

Where a breathing corpse remains,

A beating heart does not.

So, good bye, Stranger,

With the hope of a response

From May next year

Stranger Series- Part Three

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