October Bizarre Horror Issue

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red aroused dreams
by Seth Tosi McMillan

red aroused dreams cause one to put a hammer
to the head.  Villainous flies,
who are stupid,
find a way through air vents.
Moist heat in workshop sarcophagus
fills it alertly,
leaning down like a bosom
on an ice machine. 
It's really only the broken
hand lamenting that sweeps
in pain across chalk
and configures symbols of loneliness.
After the meat is eaten,
because there is abundant meat,
the phone
sits angled like a caustic bird,
penetratingly French in its intention
as it bites the hearth between the legs.
Dark in many mirrors cheeks of sun are sliced.