“The Staring Game”
By Kid Phikshen
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Melina,
My hideout...
Her heart marinated my whole
With sweet symphonic sounds serenading my soul
Impeccable beauty
An aura that dictated the sun
Elated to come, her every breath inflated my lungs
My haven to run
Concealing pride in the heat of her flesh
Attractions align
Compassion’s divine with our actions refined
The happiest find
My conscience content to sleep with the best
No reason to test
…Because I know I love my sweetie to death
Plus cheating’s inept
As pure as a spring, the surest of things
We matured from a fling and into a marriage
The cure to my sting, but descent was apparent
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My mental’s hysteric, while fingertips clasped my chest
Strangled by lust
As the reality of things gasped for breath
Our past was swept...
My bare back was being greeted by cold threads
I’m froze; dead
Eyes weary glancing up at this code red
With toes spread
My spinal chord curves from the fear
And my body pretends to rest because I’m nervous to peer
But ever so slightly I raise my lids in awe to determine
The truth behind the matter and the cause of the vermin
Stomach nauseous and churning
Watching it glance back
I was cautiously turning
But somehow it knew right off where I’d land at
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This thing…
Its haunting design was taunting my mind
Staring into the back of my being
How it never budged, I thought it had to be demon
Extracting its semen, the puss...
Oh, I love my Melina
But now my precious hideout was like a public arena
Watching it make love to her cheek, with her stunning physique
My mind, body and soul grew so suddenly weak
Its red erection; Oh, how I dread rejection
If she were to pick it over me, my heart would shred in sections
So I waited and acted calm, as not to spread detection
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My sweating was brutal
A silent storm as we played roulette with our pupils
The setting was futile
...I took an L in the staring game,
While licking the blade of my knife, I would savor the slice
As she drew from the cigarette, tasting the flavors of life
Watching the news on the tube; the usual cool
But I couldn’t shake its stare; it’s an unusual mood
My movements were smooth
Grabbing her flowing hair; moving in tune with my tool
…What’s next?
A fistful of blonde strands, and plus the hugest of pools
Red… the deepest of reds
And I approved of the hues
Such loud screams
Then a golden silence, as I behold the finest
…Melina, my chosen highness
Her body froze and dying
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And I…
Lay on the bed
My excitement was simple
Grinning,
As I stared indolently at my knife through her pimple
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And though I'm sad
I felt like wearing a crown
See, she had to die...
For that fucking pimple to stop staring me down!
...The End...