Red Velvet Corsette

The one at the altar, held firm,
within the absence of sound.
Unavowed expressions stroked
red letters at the bottom
of a birdcage.
Sounds of sodomy awake
the gilded bird
Pin feather floats conveyed
into obscurity

Vague shadow of the heretic
words tumbled through his
mouth his body frigid
in the heat of a winters day

 Vocal cords numb from false
 rejoice bucking his skull,
 tossing his head
Sharpened tongue slices  
 his torso

Reaching,  contorting to reach
his groin he mumbles hideous
incantations allowed for the
Red  velvet corset beneath
 her usual  habit

 She shrieks "tighter heretic tighter"
Reaching for the laces heretics eyes
begin to shimmer
Overstimulated beyond reason
he pulls corset strings cutting
into bone

His voice eeks out pitifully
begging for more as she grinds
her stiletto Into his bare flesh
Compare him to evil as he drools
while panting like a sickened dog

The man at the altar lights a candle
 for the heretic heat the
church bells ring out.

As he ejaculates the last bit
of his disgusting life onto the
red velvet corset

A calloused smile cracks his face
 his groin  swollen and aching
cries out for forgiveness