The Immortal

A doodle on the everlasting demon, which despite being staked from time to time just keeps on getting back up.

Fear

A maiden is heroin.
Approval hooked under the skin
and through the eyes
Something tugs in anticipation.

Powdered lines lace the air
rise the belly to tangle words
project them like ping pong balls
into a glass box.

Humbled to a fool
the face has become the back.