Masochist

Masses start to shift writhe blurred edges of shapes shuffling flesh uncurling. Pudgy appendages stretch twist plump sausages grasp fried meat sugared greens. Towers of spongy cake waddle forth on softly rounded padding paws. Decaying teeth tear chunks of breaded juicy skin, gnashing ripping gouging maws. Silicone teats spray sickly-sweet syrups, soups slosh and soak savory fluids leak. All the while growing growing growing growing. A chorus, through mouthfuls, of muddled more the beast desires longs lusts for whatever might come through the door. And then he there the chauvinist emasculated always the chauvinist, speaks of no fear but cannot confront himself, wears iron on his hands blackened gunmetal glistening shining shadow of the moon, sidesteps heavy swinging swipes, while ember hanging from his lip ignites. Shells begin to rattle burning napalm crackles melting bone lighting his olive fatigues. Wreathed in flame the shadow of greed fingers the man in green. Masochist masochist masochist escapes its lungs, the final scream.

Andreas Zai is an emerging poet with a passion for literature and egg tarts. Andreas has a background in finance and currently resides in Taipei, Taiwan.