This is a truly gruesome “love” poem I wrote that was published by the Horror Writers Association. Man, I really needed to meet better men back then… (Photo by Rudy and Peter Skitterians)

When Your Love is Done With Me

When your love is done with me
My teeth will scatter in the dirt
Gored gums blackened and sticky
Hollowed in my gaping jaws

When your love is done with me
My flesh will swag in flaccid strips
Ragged sinew flagging
Glistening in the sallow oils

When your love is done with me
My eyes will cloud with cataract
Blind to ghosts and gallows
Burst by carrion feasts

When your love is done with me
My bones will shrivel from the joints
Tender marrow sucked from middles
Cut by the teeth of dogs

When your love is done with me
My blood will soak the earth
Hungry and hallowed, a shadow
Blossoming over the withering grass

When your love is done with me
May there be nothing left of me
May there be nothing left of me
To remember, nothing
But the wailing of the wolves