I sidestep the variations of fluid motion
that I've come to expect from you
Your form is intense but patient
as you carelessly caress all the vulnerable
matter that make up my species

Like a mythical beast they will all track you
And you'll become the measured footprints and
grainy film of folklore

The legend of the night is easy prey
if you're looking for the physical
But to tap the heart you will need much more
You will need the sobering tools of a warrior
You will need science

She is like sticks in a bowl
The firs paragraph of a meaningless document
The one thats read so attentively as you search
for the point

I cannot stand getting my point across
And I can't stand when you get me
So here it is

All the ways to abort a child
The sticks in the bowl of blood
were the poking murderers that brought
your bandit triplets to justice

Against a wall she stood on her head
as the 3 dead demon fetuses shot out her cunt
The port and starboard babies with ambilical cord attached
formed vines around her legs

As the middle child slowly slithered through
his own bloody trail up to her face
And with a twinkle in his dead eyes he grinned
and bit through her perfectly
closed mouth

Having been through this all before

She showered and prepared for her date tonight

01/28/2008

Posted on 01/29/2008
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