The sole witness to depravity
speaks in broken English and
wears a glow-in-the-dark rosary
she fingers
absent-mindedly.
Lost in thought
and hail mary's, she only
half notices broken lamps
and shattered bottles.
Upheavel and sin
for $39.50 a night.
Blood stains and the smell
of semen pervade.
Bits of hair, fingernails
embedded in dirty sheets,
acid tipped and torn
the story leaks from the shower.
They were still at it
bloated, bruised, and lifeless:
she with a cock shoved in her mouth
he frozen in eternal ecstasy.
A contest entry
- The Jerk's Contest: Discover it! by Avatar of Innocence.
585 points, ended March 16, 2008, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Well, you certainly captured the No-tell Motel atmosphere in this one, Tiffany. I love the imagery and the tone.
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VERY,VERY GOOD
red light kinda place
never have been in a Motel 6
but i have heard of them
most motels hotels have the same kind of story anymore with this time of camcorders and the amount the adult movies make, the poem speaks in volumes what is done now in hotels and motels around this entire world
i liked this poem and i give you thumbs up on this
GREAT jOB
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Wow, this is really vivid, and disturbing and I was taken into that motel 6 room to witness this discovery, ewwwww, I could even smell the semen, brilliantly written and a sick pleasure to read!
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And I just finished watching the Green River Killer!!
Shuddrrrrr
ahhh, can't say beautiful, but maybe sublime?
Good luck!
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