"Are you a virgin?" she asked, lips abrasive like a workers hands...
I nodded…stuttered merely tongue-tied and taken aback...
She giggled and traced lines across my hand …
"I can teach you!"
And so there I fell before her pointed
(Remember…it is all about being vogue, chic, in style…) shoes and bowed
Panting my thanks and approval like the four-footed beast I am
(I just lack the abundance of hair)
From that moment on…pain surpassed pain
And I was left...emasculated
An abandoned toy on a child’s floor embalmed with madness…
The pillars from my temple had fallen down
And my internal Shangri-La was collapsing…
Oh, but she was ever so pleased…
Always smiling…
While her sadistic sense of power dogged the better parts
Of my masochistic brain
(Only so much a man can take…)
Crossing her legs, she flipped on the radio and breathed
Content for the moment to watch me struggle
Lips parting as she sang along with my lord and savior..
"I'm what Cain was to Abel…Mister catch me if you can..."
"If only I could move…you insipid bitch…" I mumbled…needed to scream
But lacked the conviction and energy…
"Good Boy…" she cooed. "Good Boy…Exactly what I expected…"
Her tongue made short work of my last frustrations and leached what was
Left of my perfected state of insanity not to mention my soul
Whilst she tightened her tourniquet around my heart to extract life
And all forms of unrequited love…
"Drink this!" She demanded and shoved the bottle like a funnel down my throat
Absinthe…bitter…a hint of Laudanum …
I had words I wanted to say…
But the darkness came quickly…and I slipped short of being consumed…
I still have words I wanted to say… |
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