Encased in nylon stockings,
surreal flamingoes trapped in wire;
her howling heart stops

To beat.

A surge of paranormal activity
deep within the breast uncovered breast
illusive chest; fragmentary
and dotted lines of salvation
echo through the halls of my unconscious mind.

A chortle.
A definitive laughing.
Laughter.

A sock.
A mark on stone in white chalk.

How many days and nights
will longing bring me into Hell.