Master Bait

My flesh is warm
Like your face was
And wet to the touch,
Much like your third eye
Spearheading the attack that still,
Years on,
Wreaks havoc in my tunnels,
Sliming them with memory –
Pulsating pulses as I hold yours
To my own mind’s eye,
Sending my two soldiers down
To deploy what waits for you-
That atom bomb you planted,
Detonating only echoes
Without your mastered hands.

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