It’s Modernism Week here in the desert. So, the Blogging Staff has given thought to Architecture. Soleil (because we can’t always explain where Soleil’s mind goes) designs in verse a dream house for a . . . vampire. It might not be everybody’s cup of tea, but the macabre-minded will find it gangrene and cozy.
By Middle-School Blogger-Poet Soleil Antle
My raging heart of murder–destruction,
self pity, and loneliness long for a home:
Dark colors and intense textures;
A big black castle house, blood-sucking turrets;
Ash stains on the floors, a blood red carpet;
Arched door frames filled with bugs,
Ceilings up high, with chandeliers of rust;
Eight open caskets for lounging comfort,
Gut-stained floors with a dome-shaped mural,
A resting place for my fangs,
A blazing untamed fire pit,
A hole so deep only death is an option,
Shelves of books written about gangrene and pain,
Skull-embedded comforters, pillows of teeth;
Eyeballs at the breakfast table, a nice sweet treat.
The sun comes out and suffocates me;
May my bats rest in peace.
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