#prostitue
I walked the street,
I was the lottery,
and when you span the wheel
you were a winner...
Jackpot, you got all the chambers..
And I wept..
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 4:44 PM UTC
Her legs weren't stairways
to heaven, for these ladders
were anything but safe.
Pulled fibres collected
unsuspecting
Victims to be caught upon
her wondering lusts.
For the best poison was that
which took time to ****
And her bite was anything
but fast acting upon her prey.
She never charged as much as
those who were below her class.
For she was scorned before.
And those who chose her beauty over
instinct, only had themselves
to blame.
For her man, was a walker of corners,
catching eyes of cheap thrills.
His gift to her was a ring and a death sentence
of A.I.D.S..
And now she passes the gift given without consent,
to those who would choose a vine vintage soured
by gangrene grapes. They'll all taste her sweetness,
only to poisoned by its taste after swallowing it.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 5:35 PM UTC
She dies so elegantly
Glorious gore
Sublimely spattered
Across my senses
Watching crimson syrup
Pool stickily on the floorboards
Putrid tang of copper
Wafting up as I inhale
From the core of my soul
The sudden realization that
Cold has a taste as
I gently lick her life
From my stainless blade
Her banshee death wail
Resonating in my skull
Like a struck gong
Titrating in decibel
Like a tuning fork
As her spirit slowly spirals
Down the drain toward her
Own mortifying vision of hell
Her heart and vitals strewn about
The flat like soiled laundry
Gives rise to a fire in my *****
As my chakras glow with the
Insatiable blood lust burning
In the furnace of my desire
I take a step
Give the sign and
Exit on the square
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC