Strip Club Part I
By Tiger Jade Paris
‘You have a virgin’s cunt’
This is the epitome
You cum over the thought of me chaste
un-fucked
ripe for ruin
and I’m flattered
Is it romance? Lusted good deeds echo scenes constructed from a bottle, and
ejected onto the waif face in its tide.
I giggle in my white lace
but feel palpable anguish
(it is all of you.)
I know you’d kill me if you got me alone.
you’d use me until my intestines spilled from the cavern you dug
Invite your friends to spit on my corpse
because to you, I am barely legal teen stripper likes it rough crying choking pigtails
I am a mess splayed around your mouth,
because you’ve had me.
You tell me about how you’ll use an escort if you can’t have me
you say this to the skin glazed over my shut lips
and think it’ll impress me
make me wet with your filth
but I retreat in swallowed vomit and bare-knuckled glossy-lipped smile and sip my drink and I cry for her when I’m swaddled in my sheets
Their faces so maniacal in the comforting lines you’d see on a father and wedding bands on their fingers choking their wives with blunt edges
(It is all of you.)
You look just like my daughter
you say
smile dripping with the ache found in men