Male Soul by Marcia A. Borell


I named you Beauty
Your flirt and tease captivates
Desires ensnare you

Touch fires arousal
Your claws raise rosy rivers
My open wounds burn

Blood pounds, seeing red
Breath jagged, eyes brim with tears
No more, end it now!

My soul aches for you!
Why did you make me do it?
Passion turned deadly . . .

Your bloodless lips gape
Revealing pearly canines
I caress the stake

Silver moon rises
Pain wracks as fur and fangs grow
I taste your fingers.

Red dawn cracks the sky
I wipe my lips on your gown
Evidence consumed.

Marcia Borell has never encountered an art medium she didn’t like. As she began doing more and more illustration work she discovered that she loved to pair writing with illustration. That was when she discovered drabbles. These 100 word tales became one of her favorite writing activities. Then along came horrorku and a new love for expressing thoughts where once again every word has to hold its own. 

Marcia is loving her life journey through writing and art.

Published 2/14/20