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Poetry lovers, I'm thrilled to bring you brand new poetry for your Friday evening...from Scottish poet Sadie Maskery. Thank you, Sadie, for sharing your words with SHINE international poetry series! Gran She thought she was haunted, there were voices all the time... I heard her freaking scream, came running, what voices, where? and she said there, it's telling me... Telling you what? It counts the hours. Until I'm gone, dead, every night it counts in my head every breath through the bed, this shrill, tinny bell a waking dream. She thought she was hearing Death and the toll of time running out. Bloody hell, I said, it's the watch. Why do you have a speaking watch? You can see the time, you aren't blind. She said oh Ron got it cheap. Some deal and I liked the fancy dial. A bloody speaking watch. Thanks Ron. Who's he trying to kill? It's All Too Much Muzzle the thirsty, sir. Your stinklike whine's a constant auditory itch - less pedigree twink than mongrel bitch. Learn to emulate the wallflower - shrink. Enigmatic ennui is a better line to assuage the ensemble than this rattle tattle unabashed prattle. I'll not deny your peachy baba is beyond baroque, ricocheting into rococo, as wah la, you display toots les delectable sticky fruits; but then it's sour at the finish. (Such a disappointing little dish.) Is This The Love That I've Been Searching For? She is a pro at making chat to patch social fails with a swathe of patter in which nothing is said with devastating relevancy. A dolly looking dolly with a nose of whimsical turn - deliciously crumpety, delectably strumpety - and she hit me in the face with rosebud lips, left me a shell of a human being. Might as well try, see what happens long-term. That snog was way beyond taste buds. She pierced my soul by flicking her tongue tip, then licking.  Sadie Maskery lives in Scotland by the sea. She has collections publishsd by Erbacce Press, Alien Buddha, Mariscat Press and Red Ogre Publishing, and has a short story collection in production with Acid Bath Press.
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