MARIELA 
 
 

You want to feel good, 
Good and frightened; 
SlaMmed with post-substance 
Suicidal, solipsistic, 
EyelAsh veiled 
Sex and violence.  
Pulp and primeR 
Mixed Into  
The sweat, the mirE 
Of your destructivity. 
You're a walking, 
Talking, 
ShameLess, faceless, 
Tattooed, boozed  
Bruised arousal, 
Like  A carousel for 
Death's disposal; 
Spitting in grins 
At the face of your whims, 
Kicking the shins 
Of assimilation's bow. 
 
 

C. A. Dominick has been sucked into the vortex again, but he left a few things behind. Some of them have appeared in Cherry Bleeds, Underground Voices.