• THE DECEIVED’S AFTERLIFE
    by UC Poika


    with cries and groans the darkness fills with fear
    the Devil’s dogs are hot and quick to my scent
    no place can hide my fleeing shadow-like form
    I am swift but just enough to barely escape
    and the darkness never leaves its end revealed
    nor is the battle apt to even once depend
    on strength but on retreat by my accord
    as further out in Oblivion’s wasteland I am chased,
    the deeds I’ve done haunt my every move
    and stand beside me where the demons live
    my ears clear full of the curses I’ve accrued
    over a lifetime spent not in avarice
    but as Delusion spread her wrap before my eyes
    I sought her breasts, mere implants, too slowly realized.