It sits in you like a lead weight,
filling your stomach,
distending your belly,
until you look like a
squatting toad,
gibbous
putrid and foul,
scheming,
plotting a death
that isn't yours
that SHOULD be,
looking for another victim
to devour,
like candy,
like poison,
another lead weight
sits in you,
filling your stomach,
rotund and grotesque,
the size of the pleasure.
A whiff,
a puff,
a cloud,
the scent of perfumed hair.
A memory,
a figment,
a forlorn hope,
a gust of sweet-smelling breath.
A whisper,
a murmur,
a mutter,
a whimpered conversation.
A touch,
a caress,
a stroke,
the bite of nails into skin.
A hold,
a grip,
an embrace,
desperately tight clinging.
Fulfillment,
rapture,
ecstasy,
glorious, boneless satiation.
The melody,
the harmony,
the accompaniment,
to the symphony of life.
An angel, that wears a human skin,
Though he would not call himself such,
Dwells among us,
And makes our lives brighter.
His wings have been torn,
The bones broken,
The feathers ripped loose,
And yet he still has a smile for those who need it.
Never raising his voice,
Never lifting a hand in anger,
He takes punishment he does not deserve,
And never retaliates against his abuser.
Someday he'll get his reward,
But "someday" is a long way away,
For one who has endured so much pain,
Shouldn't "someday" be today?
It wouldn't take much,
Just a smile, or a hug,
A simple thank you, or a pat on the back,
To let him know that he is l
It sits in you like a lead weight,
filling your stomach,
distending your belly,
until you look like a
squatting toad,
gibbous
putrid and foul,
scheming,
plotting a death
that isn't yours
that SHOULD be,
looking for another victim
to devour,
like candy,
like poison,
another lead weight
sits in you,
filling your stomach,
rotund and grotesque,
the size of the pleasure.
A whiff,
a puff,
a cloud,
the scent of perfumed hair.
A memory,
a figment,
a forlorn hope,
a gust of sweet-smelling breath.
A whisper,
a murmur,
a mutter,
a whimpered conversation.
A touch,
a caress,
a stroke,
the bite of nails into skin.
A hold,
a grip,
an embrace,
desperately tight clinging.
Fulfillment,
rapture,
ecstasy,
glorious, boneless satiation.
The melody,
the harmony,
the accompaniment,
to the symphony of life.
An angel, that wears a human skin,
Though he would not call himself such,
Dwells among us,
And makes our lives brighter.
His wings have been torn,
The bones broken,
The feathers ripped loose,
And yet he still has a smile for those who need it.
Never raising his voice,
Never lifting a hand in anger,
He takes punishment he does not deserve,
And never retaliates against his abuser.
Someday he'll get his reward,
But "someday" is a long way away,
For one who has endured so much pain,
Shouldn't "someday" be today?
It wouldn't take much,
Just a smile, or a hug,
A simple thank you, or a pat on the back,
To let him know that he is l