Expletives Inside a Toilet Cubicle

With the seat still on
The dickhead drained his bladder!
A ghost in gloves he throws
Devastating right cross to my nose

How fucking hard can it be
For him to piss his brains and flush?!
Or to fucking wipe that gaddamn seat
With his face or ass!

The Piercing of Teresa

Duty-bound

I came to execute

The verdict of Teresa

On that appointed eve

Like a soft breeze

Pounding the curtains

I entered unseen

As a pup she laid

Duped that her

Satin and laced sheets

Would get her covered

From the judgement

That would befall her

Then braced myself did I

To enforce her sentence

Cold and swift

Arrow in hand

Steadily aimed

Dug deep in her skin

This I did

Over and over again

Instead of her body

Limped

And eerily silent dead

I heard

Her forceful

Muffled

Shriek

As the steel bored deeper

I heard a

Slapping sound

Squishing

Steady

Periodic

Was I amused

Where the blade had been

Not a trickle of blood

Nothing did I see

But it got more crimson

Like ripe tomatoes

Begging to be picked free

I turned to her face

Contorted it was

Her eyes blocked the faint light

Mouth’s an open vessel

Begging for the rain to trickle

In the dead of the night