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Darling Canvas

Ah, the artist,
Forever in search
Of the perfect subject
Always seeking out
The best techniques
Must delicately choose
Which supplies to gather

It was at a young age
That he realized the purpose
In selecting
A proper canvas
It must not be too thick
Nor level headed

He wanted 
the challenge 
of struggle
And the sweet 
Taste of submission
To color
The face

That summer 
darling
So foolishly
Misstepped
Subsequently
Into his arms
A pure piece

The evolution
Of innocence
Dwindling
In the genius
Of his
Thick, red
Lines

It was clear
In their running
meaning 
was made
His perfect canvas
Lives
Forever engraved

An Innocent Rapist

You devour your victims in their minds and their beds,
but can one truly ravage the dead?

Your predisposition to forcibly take
the innocence of your unconscious mate,
is the source of great debate.

“Surely a cadaver cannot be raped?”
“The definition of rape fits the bill.”
“However, in this case, the victim does not feel.”

It's uncertain whether the jury will convict 
if your mate couldn't 
taste your slimy lips,
if they didn't feel 
your grimy hands,
or the pain 
of penetration

Could the jury 
sentence you to death 
without the victim's proclamation?

“No,”from the grave,”I was still alive; I felt the pain! It torments
me

Impressum

Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 26.10.2017
ISBN: 978-3-7438-3835-2

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Widmung:
To Mrs. Roy, Thank you for pushing me foreward in writing. You were the best teacher in the world.