After Sex The Mate Is Cosumed (Dear Mother Kali)

Fireside
Against rough burning hues
Out of molten clay
A terrible beauty is formed.
Out of the violence of totality
The nectar is consumed and
The blood is sucked from all the people.
The eyes dart around in a ghostly
Husk
waitng for the next victim.

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[Legion]

Volcanic in nature. I like your style. Good read. :)