DANTE'S REASSURANCE
by ROO BARDOOKIE
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He of manly stature, monied and strong, powerful enough to wet their mind and womanly appetite. She walked openly, in smile, gait, with an invitation for the man. The power, the money attractive enough to her to make a fool of herself. He smelled her perfume, while the wind did tricks with her hair and thin garment. But, he was an older man. So he knew about the tricks women play. This was this, and not that. The same loving embrace, could turn to a neck wringing. The same lovely soup, would have poison in it as she got to know your soul. For the embrace, the simple cock into the pocket of her, opened the Pandora’s box of the woman. The fiendish little nightmares would spill from her and onto you sir. He knew. Once the game had been played, the devil in her found out, you could never get it back to that box, or that underground fire lake where devils and women play. |
From the fires of a Gypsy camp, come the curses and stories of this horror/whore named Roo. She can’t shake the ghost, who pines for Alice White. She wants to pluck the eyes of Louis Marvin, and use them as olives in a martini. www.roobardookie.com. Roo’s micro Cannibal School: Picking up Johnny appears in the August 2013 issue of HelloHorror, her micro Saint No. 2 appears in the October 2013 issue, her micro, Saint No. 1 appears in the December 2013 issue, her poem, Fuck You Dear Reader appears in the August 2014 issue, and her poem, Meat Grinder, appears in the October 2014 issue of HelloHorror.
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