Aubade by Vince Gotera

Vince Gotera
                  —a terza rima haiku sonnet

Steve grinned, waking up
to see Stephanie’s cute face,
freckled, soft pink lips

parted slightly, lace
lingerie showing pale throat.
Spring morning sun’s rays

streaming in to light
Steph’s bobbed hair on ginger fire.
Her eyes blue, cobalt.

“Can’t believe you’re here,”
he said. She smiled, then her tongue—
black, forked—shot out, her

teeth yellow and crooked, fanged.
He screamed. Woke up. Steph turning . . .


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