Monday, April 28, 2014

My Father's Mistress

She stands in the doorway.
Smoking. Smiling. Her hair smells like piss and her eyes are sullen.
Wrinkled skin and a hideous gait.
She is my father's mistress
I know her too well.
She arrives at once.
Hidden by darkness and smelling like wine.
She doesn't talk, and she only emotes through the throes of a spastic orgasm.

Her breath smells like ash. Her breath smells like ash. Her breath smells like ash.
Yellowed teeth. Broken fang. Coarse disposition. She screams something insane.
I never wanted to know her. She never bothered to meet me
She's killing his mind. She's feeding his lust. A seed of hatred buried in her womb. A load dislodged in the back of her throat

She is my father's mistress
She drips like liquid from a slender bottle
She just wants to fuck him. She's keeping him sane
She comes here for comfort. She puts a knife in my brain

Now I know what it's like now.
Hatred in the absence of love
My body's expanding.
I'm alive
I'm alive
I just want to know why.
She kept it so long

An ice pick. A crooked throat strangled shapeless, and unidentified. Piano wires and broken teeth.
Addiction. Addiction. Addict. Infect her. Infect me. Stabbed through a glory hole and pissfucked forever.


Take a deep drag now
Keep the poison close. Starving egos. Feeding lust. Growing ever colder

Starve the ego
Starve the ego

Scowling and foul and deep in a hole
Something mad
Something loud
Something deaf
Something proud

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