Strut your ploomy batoose round the island
and roll your shoulders back to slow-mo dip under
the hot lights as the falling perspiration shower hits your tits
and that smile rolls over your teeth and scrapes the insides of your lips.

Make me feel like 98 when my hair fell past
my eyes and we'd jump on trampolines by
day and poke at caged lions while
masked and ninja'd up.

Smile with your nose in the air and your hips
in a glass putting pressure on the panes.
I push down and turn like it says but you never
come off as anything more than pretend.

Open the scissors and drag them across her thigh
as her breathing increases and swarms of tears roll
slowly down her body and collect in a pool beneath her ass.
And as the blade makes contact with her cunt
the blood shot vertically but there were no screams.

I cut slowly from V to belly and then flipped her over.

And what she lost on the floor was what had been holding
her together all of these years:

Emptiness

07/15/2009

Posted on 07/15/2009
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