Rape at the Fair
My rocking chair on the curved outside of your body,
your legs crack, stroke and caress your bony broke face
When I touch the skin on your back it peels red and black
Like the insides of your lungs and your penny black slacks.
Why are you there with him right now, you could be elsewhere
Still at the fair, still waiting for the ride of your life with
The travelling boys who prey on the young toys who come
into their midst, but fall into the misty white touch of a rapist.
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