Contributor: Paul Tristram
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He is notorious
in the red-light area.
The girls cringe when they
hear his tapping cane approaching.
Some of them circle
the new girl and whisper
urgent warnings to her.
“Caitlin committed suicide
after her first ever time with him!”
“Look at my scar it always
itches whenever he’s near!”
“Drinking menstruation blood
from a toilet!”
“Jars and jars of specimens
upon shelves up in his rooms!”
“A whole packet of Marlboros!”
“He pays treble but that’s no price
for a burn mark like that!”
“They say Jackie will never
come out of the nuthouse!”
“And they had to put the raven down!”
“Here he is, don’t look him in the eyes
or the Hell’s Gate of a mouth
in that stinking, ginger beard of his
or he will stop
and call you, his Dear!”
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Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories and sketches published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, yet.
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He is notorious
in the red-light area.
The girls cringe when they
hear his tapping cane approaching.
Some of them circle
the new girl and whisper
urgent warnings to her.
“Caitlin committed suicide
after her first ever time with him!”
“Look at my scar it always
itches whenever he’s near!”
“Drinking menstruation blood
from a toilet!”
“Jars and jars of specimens
upon shelves up in his rooms!”
“A whole packet of Marlboros!”
“He pays treble but that’s no price
for a burn mark like that!”
“They say Jackie will never
come out of the nuthouse!”
“And they had to put the raven down!”
“Here he is, don’t look him in the eyes
or the Hell’s Gate of a mouth
in that stinking, ginger beard of his
or he will stop
and call you, his Dear!”
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Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories and sketches published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, yet.
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