Leland,
she was yours
by accident of birth.
But your stunted love
sprouted to garish green jealousy.
Control was all.
Sully her
so she’s no good for anyone.
Then consort with Bob
to kill her for what she’s become.
May you char on a slowly-turned spit,
and heal each day anew,
in Hell.
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Bad Laura
Oh God. Please. Not this day.
The mossy ceiling fan slows,
and blows the dark down the hall to my room.
And I know he is coming again.
I’ve named him Bob, you know.
His dark is charmed.
Bestial.
Always, I cannot move,
or even see him through the soot.
And he climbs upon me and pants.
With an insane laugh,
he eats at me.
Handles me hard.
Tells me I am bad.
Bad bad girl.
Bad Laura.
And he says
until next time.
And he knows I will not tell.
Because then they will all know.
I am dirty, so dirty,
and can’t wash it off.
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