Guile -With Phen Weston

Creeping static reflects her tension

Ofinstinctiveobsequious will,

Succulent paralysis against suspension,

Another photographic still.

Sweeping radical by his intention

To bend such a metal with innate skill

Selling souls and touting the tricks

Pocketing damsels for thrills

The ring master spoke, a chilling waul,

“Ladies, gentleman, it’s time for the kicks!

Extraordinary, miraculous, come one! Come all!

Come drown your sins in the waters of Styx!”

The water is cold, with your troubles white hot

Your need...