What the hell is that?
Get your filthy carcass out of my sight.
He’s crazy… you listening to me, you little bastard?
Look at that. LOOK at it. Look, damn your eyes…
You had it coming, you fucking dirty faggot.
Get him out of here, dammit, not fit for dirty animals.
Say it… SAY IT. Guess you need another.
You’re not fit to, that’s why.
Shut your disgusting hole. You got to respect your elders.
Open your mouth again, boy, and see what I put in it.
He’s crying for attention. You shut him, or I’ll do it good.
I am your God, you hear me? Better pray I’m a nice one, boy.
When I say, bitch, and that little bastard of yours better keep still.
You’ll eat it, or I’ll see you red…
I got to start on the other side soon, boy. You’re lop-sided.
Don’t move, you filthy girl, or I’ll cut it. It’s no use to you anyway.
You twitched good. That was a good time. Got to remember that.
Why the fuck are you still breathing?


© W.R.R. 10/19/2002

About W.R.R.

Bipolar & survivor of incest/child sex abuse and adult male rape; bisexual, polyamorist, poet/writer/advocate & married father of four. View all posts by W.R.R.

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