FRANKENSTEIN'S SECOND MONSTER

Oh, lover with a perfect face Clothed in lace

She graces his presence

And skin peeks through; silk and smooth

Eyes glow gold in the light of

Attention—

Out with the pitch that digs into the soul!

This gaze is

s h a l l o w

, easy to behold.

And lips soft,  no chap nor crack in sight

Ready to kiss and split

and push out holy air—

O,

Born to gasp, not speak.

But away from the face! Other places to trace!

Her body of velvet is made to embrace

So slim, 

She doesn’t even count as one whole

Until she’s pressed against another;

It’s her role. Small enough to swallow

But no meat on those bones

And those bones run

h o l l o w

, barely taking up space—

Look at that face. Perfection in every way

Gap between her thighs, gifted to be filled

Made whole.

Stolen waist made to hold

Hallowed a man’s child to the manchild:

(sold to the brothel right after birth.)

And tears submerge her eyes, but they’ll never slip

Just barely over the tip of the eyeline

Just until those eye lines look all perverted and red ‘Til they beg.

Vagina so tight, ‘cause it’s been put on a diet

Virgin dressed in white

But rumor has it she’s a riot in bed.

When bare ankles lift in the air

And bare shoulders quiver in despair

I’d say that’s when she’s prettiest. 

Pretty face   and feathered weight

Predator and prey Chastity on display

Each night in the face of arms

Displayed as the face you are

Stolen straight out of a man’s bloody ribcage

so she could be fucked over.

Piles after piles of makeup scarfed down

so she could be fucked over.

Shoved face-down into a plate of leaves

so she could be fucked over.

Targeted by men creating the standards

who want to fuck her over.

The central focus of a million stares

watching men fuck her over.

And over

And over

And over

And over

And over.

O.