Evelyn Escoto

Gary Oldman
The darkness invades
and She pervades the cunt-
can't you find the remorse
in your gold-let purse?
Say, didn't you want intercourse-
did you not say, "til" the bottom
becomes the inside, hit the rocks."
oh, what, orgasm?
Enabler of sort, short-socket.
In shock
Enemy-state of mind.
And oh boy,
I want to fuck you.
I feel it in my core, juice.
It spurts.

GLORIFIED
Held out her hand.
Madness!
It's un-done the womb.
Fake retard-grip
on the brink of the conception.
Hounded. She fled.
Her belly ripped
and her heart
broken, flayed.
Flogged. Dark welts.
Bruises? Yes.
Blood? Yes.
Bleeding, then? No.
He was motionless-
violence begets the sword.
The sword begets the son.
The son holds the reins.
Attacks! Midnight-
sent.
I was left horrified.

I Can't Tell
I can't tell you what it makes
of faltering lies,
and the seas of cold ice
break the skies
in half broken bliss
await and awaken my love
from its grave,
and you'll have my loss.
I can tell you I love you
if you want.

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