Cutting Memories - Aborted Fetus

In a dark cellar the light shimmers

Illuminating only a small part of the moldy wall

It’s enough for observation

Of one more mask of human ugliness

The rare collection in glass vessels is kept

There on wooden shelves

The male genitals are preserved in alcohol here

And they can please the eye of their mistress for years to come

Torture!

For hours, sitting in the rocking chair

She is viewing these items she is proud

Of recollecting their owners and their agony

Torture!

The amputated phalluses are all she has

Aesthetic delight and abstract visualization

That’s all that she needs

And she sucks the penis that was cut off with pruning shears

She fancy the rest of the body using her sick imagination

You are still a little hungry child

Blinded by the first rays of the sun

Your lips search for mother’s nipple

It’s almost here…

It’s almost here…

Necrophilic nymphomania

Addiction to incubuses of lust

Custodian of genitals

I admire your majestic emptiness

Your lovers will stay with you forever