Accordion Asylum

Stabbing my razor sharp
(sharp!)
finger tips
Though his papery (ac cord i on) flesh.
I bring the drippings.          to my.            parted lips,
And taste his blood (blood so thick) hot and fresh.


His body        fragile.        like paper and bones.
He looses beats (tear out his eyes!).
Accordion screams!
….just torture and moans,
Quick laughter (rips my lips) stifling    ..  cries.


While holding him, (gently close to my chest)
His (quiv er ing) heartbeat is now  …      dieing.
Both of us uttering a final, rest,
Ruby droplets f
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                          l
                            l
                              (It’s like he’s been crying).


The stench of his death thickening    (lingers),
(Smear accordion blood [blood] though my fingers.)