Theatre of cruelty


Smoke my smokes unfiltered

Coffee strong n black n sweet

Single malt

No, not mixed with

À rebours

To not take

This shit neat


Skirt short

Boots built to kick with

Tits jiggle

Beasts freed

Muscles slack

Mouth poised

To clinch it


Soul clean

Heart open

Though hacked –

A million times

To a million pieces

Facing forward

I see you

Glance back.


Breath breathing

Chest weaving

Debris scattered

Eyes scour

Thirst flowers

I unpack(ed).


You acerbic

You frightened

You frontage

Me forward

Me toying



I fluvial

You rigid

Sans reverie

Tis harbour

Not jouissance we lack…


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