John Waters was right: live for filth. I see the grit between your teeth even as you gasp for air. Tell me, do little creatures scream for mercy as you rip them apart? You did. You’re the littlest filthy creature of them all, cowering and squirming while you hump my boot. Your teeth gnash. Your … Continue reading I ate all those flies for this? (Or, Vampire Erotica Snuff Poem Number One), by Warren LaRocque