The Hate Fuck

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by anazasi, Jan 7, 2005.

  1. anazasi

    anazasi Member

    The Hate Fuck



    In twisted Denial

    I’m sick like a practical

    Joke

    I play on myself

    She’s tender and mild

    Her beauty transcends

    My hatred for her

    So I desecrate her

    Flower

    Disassociating virtue

    Into a primal emotion

    She knows not of my

    Serial mind

    My fickle resolution

    Or my distorted

    Kingdom

    She glanced at it once

    Through dirty opaque

    Glass

    And was frightened at

    What she saw

    I thirst for her smell

    Upon my body

    Like a vampire’s blood

    I’d suck it out of her

    Along with her soul

    Every chance I get

    My ulterior motive gets

    The best of me

    I know not what’s real

    Am I me

    She believes I am

    I’m not sure

    As we lay naked in the

    Darkness





    Excerpt from:

    Plague of the Invigilare

    By Joseph DeMarco
     
  2. SoFarAway

    SoFarAway Friendly Fried Guy

    I love it. Bravo!
     

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