a bleak blog

she was just a girl when they took her her parents’ own small world looming before her as she was forcefully made to experience treachery but was it? adolescence a doll as her only company zahia wasn’t like any other they’d share a bed bread secrets in the sweet arousal of the morning hour they’d take a shower savouring each drop of cold water her breathing growing hotter as zahia’s mouth molded into her folds magic was one way to describe the extent of her high but was she enough? she started to watch her closely jameela ma’am her clandestine meetings and profane greetings her supple finger  dancing on the gun’s trigger as she would skilfully eliminate anyone who deigned to disappoint her she would not be disappointed but how would she be? they set an appointment under the moonshine she tried to the best of her abilities (ignoring the slightly disgusting subtleties) to impress her mistres...

i like to live my life according to the colors of the rainbow they are the cause for creation of moments of pure jubilation  that make my life of absolution better i rise to the beautiful hue of violet and indigo and blue all over my torso i admire the conception of my latest bruise as i muster a smile at the memories of last night it was a relatively light retribution taking into consideration that yesterday i hadn’t seen green murky is my favourite shade for it contrasts well with the lime in the squares of the bathroom tile and i savour the satisfaction  of the result of the interaction between finger and uvula resisting the urge to swallow bile (and dinner from last night) tumbling out my only solace now is in yellow i trudge outside until i spot my happy little pill three, three times morning afternoon night i relish the smooth curves  and oval shape that forgives all of my mistak...

i often find myself looking at peonies to keep my mind at bay they would make fantastic  flowers for my grave and those new manolo blahniks i’d buy them if i could so fashionable, so stylish inside a box of wood my spirit guide makes these crowns each different for a head oh how good it would look on me if only i were dead