Handmaiden of Hades

© 1989 Larry Blazek
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Who is she whose gentlest caress
forevermore supresses breath
dark, gaping sockets replace her eyes
a white glimmer of femur juts from her rotting thighs
grubs and maggots leave slimy trails
across her jagged fingernails?

Long you for a lingering kiss
upon decay that once were lips?
She'll fleet you off in her gruesome grip
a midnight voyage; a one-way trip
'cross the inky currents of the river Styx!

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