A Different Rape

by S. Pelham Flood

The aroma of piss
pours into my cocaine-
plastered nostrils

The cold, cracked concrete
floor of the Boystown alley
scathes my flesh

Their virility forces
me into v-shaped chalice

Each strain’s blade
rips into me—countless
rounds apiece

My eyes sear as the virus
engulfs me like fever.


Posted on 07/15/2009
Copyright © 2024 S. Pelham Flood

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by James Cavet on 11/09/10 at 08:09 AM

If I can feel it when I read it; I mean really get a sense of the emotions and physical actions going on, I certainly like it. I think it's sharp, no filler.

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