Sluice

 

He had a limp, with crooked claw,

Of yellowed eye and snaggled tooth.

His Mother bore him cursed and poor,

Her fetid milk one hundred proof.

 

Suckled sick, he puked her gone,

Was sold to traders, passed around.

Cleaned the floors they’d fucked him on

N'er spoke a word, heard every sound.

 

Now old and bent but twisted straight,

This stinking twin of births foul waste,

He turned the table of his fate,

And cleansed his palate of their taste.

◄ Death, Sex and Violence

Comments

Telboy

Sat 14th May 2022 10:32

A powerful piece, though I don't fully understand it, or the title.

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