"I never wanted to be a mother!
How could you trap me this way?"

She shrieked, hair in flaming disarray.
She'd flown from the bathroom,
robe slacked and untied.
It dangled there,
flesh open to any who would look.
And let them.
She was beyond appearances now.

"Then go!
Go to your men.
Go to those who would
adorn your corpse
in leather and ejaculations."

She choked a final time as I
rid myself of her blood contracts.
Nerves unrelenting
while she threw herself down
like a cheap shot.

She would go.

Go; spread her legs and swallow.
She would be underneath them,
doused by toil and disgust.

And I would release
her well worn hands
to those less merciful,

relinquish her memory to forever burn
in White Trash Paradise.

06/23/2004

Author's Note: okay. so. names have been changed to protect the, uh, innocent? (blame maris. oh god, blame her. ;) )

Posted on 06/24/2004
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