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

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