Crushed

The true demise
of a scalding
secret explodes
along the rib cage
of a chain stoking,
Rigor-

"Mortis" I scream!

Rip the vest
upon my chest,
allow the buttons
to fall,

Vixens crave
erotic death
and I desire
to hear
you scream my name
within the death rattles
of your dying soul....