“Wasted Words: 11”

Hid in shaman shadows
The victim and the cure

Moon-cold chaos
Erupted from a gaze

Carnal figure
Shapely shifting essence

The artificer and toy
Necromancer of obsession

Then possession’s bored
The elixir paled

Returned to dark
Satiated with nothingness

by R. F. Yetter





Disappear neatly,
All energy and bone.
No soul strings,
Ambilacle lines,
Tethered to romance
Or light and brooding dark,
Or smuggled stars
When Earth was left.
Everything your omen wants
Flitters like butterfly wings,
Turning the lifted dust
To melting eyes.

by R. F. Yetter