Meat/rape

Meat/rape

A Poem by MARZ

I'm not craving meat.

So put me in my place.

I'm questioning your ability to give me an orgasm

when I walk by in a min-skirt.

 

Stalk me, walk on me, rape me.

Hunt me after work and watch me squeal,

because that's what I want,

especially, especially,

if I'm not on birth control pills.

 

My father took me to a farm once.

I picked out which chicken would die

I watched its head get severed, then

it ran and ran

when it had calmed, the farmer plucked the chicken clean.

Kind of how I feel when I

get my hair waxed.

 

I'm not craving meat -

so good, that means I'm weaker.

I'm questioning your ability to pin me down

as I thin, thin, thin out.

 

Jump me, knife me, gut me.

Tell me how feisty I am when I fight back,

because that's what I like to hear.

especially, especially,

if I'm crying.

© 2008 MARZ


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I love it. It's nicely written and very descriptive, and even a little sick but not in a disgusting way but more in a intriguing way. Nice write.

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MARZ
MARZ

New York City, NY



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