NSFW 'Cause I'm not happy

I did the following to get my mind off the possibility that I've developed skin cancer. I had my annual visit with the dermatologist, today, and she took samples from a couple of probable spots for biopsies. I'll have the results in a week. I have other spots on my arms, neck and chin that are pre-cancer so will be using a special cream on them. What a joy. Outwardly I'm calm; inwardly I'm WTF???

Needless to say, I'm going to be doubling down on getting APoS done, just in case. And fuck trying to get a publisher or agent interested. That'll take too long and too much effort. What matters is the book gets out.

Anyway, to take my mind off it, for a bit, I wrote a little dittie that's very wicked. Maybe a companion piece to the one I posted with Freddy as the victim. We shall see. This is the image that set it going.

• The hour was late before Ray headed home
• From his brother's party, as held at Le Dome. 
• The blues and blacks of the night's sharp monochrome 
• Made him feel so easy, he thought he would roam 
• Since he had a condo that wasn't too far. 
• But he didn't notice when that big blue car 
• Pulled out of the parking lot next to the bar 
• And quietly followed him. Back doors ajar. 
• He reached his street and as he started to turn 
• The car pulled ahead of him. Too late to learn 
• Four men were inside of it, and each did burn 
• To force Ray to join in their weekend sojourn. 
• So out they jumped and around him they did swarm 
• To bind him and gag him. Then to his alarm, 
• Into their trunk, he went. Oh, they meant him harm, 
• And he knew he'd never escape them, through charm. 
• For three weeks Ray vanished and could not be found. 
• The fear grew that he was six feet underground. 
• Then one day he showed up, and he looked half-drowned. 
• "I'll tell you what happened," he said. "Gather 'round." 
• His body was bruised and the scars on his back 
• Proved without a doubt he'd been under attack. 
• "Four men took turns beating me, in a room black, 
• And raping me, each one a wild maniac. 
• I spoke to one softly, and I made him care. 
• Then I learned a secret that they did not share. 
• The room was a cellar, and all its fresh air 
• Came through a vent in the ceiling. So there 
• I focused my efforts to set myself free. 
• The black paint had hidden it well. I could see, 
• That it was too narrow for someone like me 
• But it proved an excellent decoy. That's key. 
• So when one of them came in to have his sick joy, 
• I hid in the shadows, and I did employ 
• The sight of the open vent. I wasn't coy. 
• He ran off to tell them that they'd lost their boy. 
• He left the door open. I raced down the hall 
• To stairs leading up and outside. Their footfall 
• Was fast coming after me, and they did call 
• For me to stop running. What I did was haul 
• As fast as I could to a thick grove of trees 
• And hid in there. Grateful for a gentle breeze. 
• Then made my way here, keeping hidden. For these 
• Madmen now wanted to kill me. So please, 
• Let me have a good meal and bath, and then I 
• Will lead the police back to where they do lie." 
• And that's what Ray did. He was some kind of guy. 
• But never did we learn those men's reasons why.