Ted and Assia

“a still virulence”

—Sylvia Plath,

“Berk-Plage”

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The black roots have no mercy—

Why should they anyway?

The black Yew roots grow—

In and out of a corpse’s mouth

The roots are hearses—

Taking the dead underground

The jaded, faded and damned—

Nobody cares anymore about them

Ted’s cock I had to save though—

I keep it cool waiting in the frig

While his limbs, thin ass, nipples—

Rot along with her in their grave

All that’s left is a pair of skulls—

A seedy, weedy, hairy crotch

As well as my obscene bell jar—

With its lovely jizz-jet dick