But I stumbled and looking down
Saw not rocks but my feet upon which I tripped
I cut them off leaving
Putrid rotting stumps with toenails
Black as charred flesh
Roasted by infernal flames
Insatiable toes devour the distance
Between them and I, limping, shuffling
Then legs and hands and arms
I walk.

On.

A tall dark man
A raven-black suit
A docile dog
A quiet lamb
A dance

We waltz, his arm around my waist
Hand at the small of my back
Soft lips whisper sweet temptations
Music which we lack
What a pretty face he says
His eyes the universe
The seas and stars
Thrilling, breath-taking
And faster yet we spin and twirl
Hell hound and goat
Fun and lust
Around us circle.
An addiction
An act
A kiss on his
Cheek