Maenad

 

Without her i strutted my hour upon the stage like a dismembered doll,

 I felt like a catalogue of canned organs and senses: the Sickening Heart, the Thieving Feel, the Desperate Stomach, the Greedy Kidneys, the Horny Taste and above all the Cancerous Brain spreading the lingo of lubric decay and luxurious rot. 

With her happening inside me I danced like a Maenad casting my spells and spilling my charms, opening and closing the gates to salvation to human ants and antlered humans alike as i saw fit...