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"The 7th Commandment"
“Baby, I - I have to ... t - tell you s - something…”
“What? What’s wrong? What is it, honey?”
Slowly, my pupils adjust as they hold banter,
Enthralled, brooding above in morose manner,
The bulbs flicker, eyes witness a moth's trace,
While ricocheting off the walls of this loft space,
Their dour shadows danced on the wall,
Blood painting the room, acquainted with doom,
Around me, rotted flesh hung from the ceiling,
My body cold and stung from the squealing,
While bedraggled soles pattered the liquored tile,
Adrift, as their lips gathered a stiffened smile,
I sat, indolent, with my back to the chair,
Watching the grayish ribbons splatter the air,
Ensnarling my lungs, gnarled and numb,
Contemplating events to follow if I started to run,
Then I wept as feet met with the soggiest floor,
Thinking the guts and grime fit the foggy decor,
Groggy and sore, my conscience croons in fright,
In this benighted room, while I zoom my sight,
Amidst a torturous den, men crying in pain,
Bodies ripped by rusted blades, dying in vain,
Water drips from the pipes, and a stench lingers,
Effortlessly stripping the ring off my thin finger,
I heard murmurs and whispers, but couldn't grasp,
In pain, lying listless with wrist in wooden clasps,
In my mind, I begged to God for a helping hand,
Though I never prayed before, now his aid I adore,
Betrayed by a whore, but no time for revenge,
Cos if I didn't find an exit, I might die in this den,
Then, slowly the men drew near while fear grew,
Sweat trickled down tattooed arms in clear view,
Arms bulging with veins, gripping the sheath,
Licking the blade as blood dripped from beneath,
One kisses my cheek, while the other undresses,
Caressing his penis as I uttered confessions,
“She was only a trick, and I - I wasn’t thinking,
Just a useless q - quick fuck in my cousin’s Lincoln,
I - I had been stressed at work, a - and my wife,
Was never at home, s - so I had to settle my bone,
Yes, I ch - cheated, but I’m s - sorry, I mean it,
I’m sorry, believe it, I - I - I’ll never repeat it,”
They threw my ring and lowered their pants,
Three men, big and greasy, holding their stance,
Un-phased by my confession, gripping my hair,
Taking turns with my throat, the sickest affair,
With their dicks in the air, whacking my cheeks,
Slowly ejaculating on the cracks of my teeth,
Then ripping my pants, and gripping the blade,
Cutting my pride and joy as I wriggled in pain,
Red rained from my mid, staining my skin,
My nuts hit the floor as fluid drained from within,
Shoving my dick in my mouth and taping it shut,
Choking, and turning blue, aching from cuts,
They wait in the buff, stuck and gasping for air,
While they point, hackling as I sat in despair,
They left me there, to suffocate on my penis,
An unthinkable death, no escaping my demons,
"You better hope and pray that you wake some day inside your own world"
Shakespeare Sister
As my vision fades, and coughing decreases,
Mind stuck in that room, nauseous from bleeding,
I slowly begin to picture the life that I had,
On a couch, sitting next to my wife in her plaid,
Skirt, Her blonde curls embracing her shoulders,
Happy to hear her soft voice say that it’s over,
"Hellooo! Honey, are you okay?! You blacked out!
You must've had a bad dream, but you're back now.
Don’t worry honey, it’s okay .. it’s over, I promise.
But, what did you want to tell me? .. Be honest."
Frantically, I begin to glance through the room,
Searching for immediate answers, but soon,
I notice them staring, three men, tatted and big,
Winking in my direction, patting their mid,
Then I look up at my wife and notice her winking,
Thinking…
"Uh .. umm, j - just that .. uh .. y - you look beautiful today."
...I’ll never tell her 'bout that girl in the Lincoln.
The End.