Rope by Dominik Slusarczyk

He needs me.
I have him on my rope.
I lead him over
Fields full of flowers and clover.
He says I like your eyes.
I take him straight into
My dark dungeon.
He says can I
Touch your thighs.
I forget to feed him.
When I find him his
Corpse is smiling as wide as the sea.
Men don’t want much;
They are simple souls.
We should steal their bowls.

Dominik Slusarczyk is an artist who makes everything from music to painting. He was educated at The University of Nottingham where he got a degree in biochemistry. He lives in Bristol, England. His poetry has been published in ‘Dream Noir’.