slink off into the sticks-poem by J.J. Campbell

soft skin wrapped in the arms of madness the end of the year right around the corner we could watch the ball drop again or we could slink off into the sticks and hatch a plan for world domination there's enough room in this fresh hell for the both of us draw some blood and we'll pinky swear this mother fucker until the world is swimming in a neon afterglow you start by thinning the herd and in all the chaos you set the debt of the world back to zero an even playing field watch the rich run for their lives yeah, i'm hard just thinking about it J.J. Campbell (1976 - soon) is currently trapped in suburbia in Ohio. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Horror Sleaze Trash, October Hill Magazine, Midnight Lane Boutique, In Between Hangovers and Mad Swirl. You can find him most days whining about life on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. ( Poem by J.J. Campbell Drawing by Janne Karlsson