Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Child Protective Services

densely emboweled in terrored thought
a child cries from within a closet locked
eternally forgotten
discarded
disdained sludge
i thrust my cock into your mouth

Who's your daddy?
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5 comments:

  1. PSMSeptember 29, 2009 at 7:30 PM

    Just a shot in the dark. My muse is being coy.

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  2. veroniqueSeptember 30, 2009 at 1:58 AM

    coy?
    I believe your muse is taunting you.
    I suggest that as a compliment.
    Let us sift through the mythology of normalcy.
    The narrator struggles scorched and fused.
    It's the appearance of decency
    where none is.

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  3. AnonymousSeptember 30, 2009 at 4:31 AM

    I am cosanguined with Vero on this one. The title and startup suggest a righteous conclusion, triumph of justice, reason to keep breathing. Then, suddenly the reader is choked by reality. This is classic PSM.

    david

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  4. AnonymousSeptember 30, 2009 at 9:10 AM

    Reality bites deep.

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  5. seraphSeptember 30, 2009 at 1:17 PM

    Disturbing to say the least.

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