she is a delicious shadow a
scent so fucking unforgiving another hole
in his distopic whole another
despotic ruler for whom he
SHALL break all the rules
SHALL bow down and weep
SHALL fall apart every fifteen minutes and
he SHALL enjoy it and say thank
you mistress may I have another? yes
he SHALL come crawling back and he
SHALL be found upon her doorstep drunk and
close to death and he
SHALL enjoy it what
an empty shell of a man she has
created and once she gives him an inch of
hair he SHALL hang himself.
And she will do as women are wont
And laugh
And fade away
A contest entry
- The Brass Bed ~ Image Prompted by Ithica.
825 points, ended September 23, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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An interesting twist to be sure! Empowering tactics to endure a heartbreak or... ??? Thank-you!
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