Paul

Straight to the center of my soul
You slither and tickle and tease
And I'm reduced to nothing more
Than the average female waiting
Amongst gun shots from the stupid box
The hum of the heat in the room
The silence of my own beating heart
Reduced to animalistic urges to be gained
At any cost
At any cost
And in this moment
I love you
And I hate myself

His desire : Her demise
The criteria is voluptuous breasts
And a plump apple bottom
Inability to think things through quickly
No lighting speed decision making
No opinion on world issues
No thoughts of happily ever after
Thrown rice following stretch caddies
And you do not get to meet daddy
Speak softly with a hint of a stutter
Be sure your hands are soft as butter
And your lips have no trace of being
Anything other than smooth or clean
No gloss , no color , no autonomy allowed
Baby this, baby that
And baby is all over your damn back
Making daily life a prison
Breaking your brain cells down into
Microscopic pieces of doubt
Finding any reason in the world to shout
Ain't nobody else gone want you
And swan like
Your chin touches your chest
As you do the dance of destruction
The dance of death



© Carolyn Franklin. Bio: I was born in Sacramento in 1970. I have been writing since I was a teenager and feel that writing is what I was born to do. I am currently working on obtaining my AA in Journalism and studying for the CPP (Certified Payroll Professional) exam. I am employed as a Senior Client Service Representative for a payroll company.Poetry is my way of passing on thought provoking knowledge to the world.