Demonic Cupid

Her contact was felt with friction

Sandpaper

rubbing my chest

Scraping off my dead skin

Grinding on my rib cage

The debris falling like the collapse 0n 9/11

Making my foundation weak

So

I

Fall

She’s sly, every movement is art

Vivid in detail

Captivating spectators

Burning torch

Olympic summer

Throwing javelins through my heart

Slicing my legs and arms

Decapitating my head

Whole man cut up

Wrapping me in plastic

And Freezing me

Then

Thawing me

Using tree branches and two by fours

To hang me

Shish kabobs

Dangling from the fire

Rotisserie

Fully seasoned my mental

Making me submissive to her desires

Claiming her honesty

With mystery

For I was a delicacy

Chewed on and swallowed

Washed down with grey goose

Digested and dropped in the toilet

Flushed away

Treated me like what I feel like

SHIT

By Wakime Sharri Hauser