Undead Porn

What’s sex to the undead?

A flicker, a memory vague

An undefined ravaging hunger that calls for a feed.

Meaty encounters at the local pub.

What’s fulfillment to the mutilated?

A hope, a dream of green prairies in the desert

A tear in a ravaged oasis, a reach for mercy.

The promise of an unlooted land.

What’s orgasm to the abused?

A task, a job to perform

An instruction manual turned into a habit.

A mechanism prone to porn.

The undead can’t dance.

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Anne-Christine Loranger
Anne-Christine Loranger

Written by Anne-Christine Loranger

Une vie sans art est une vie foutue - A life devoid of art is a waste

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