fungus~with Adagio

 
Artifacts of my mementos laid bare stripped of my
clothing...listening. Watching her jaundiced green
eyes stroking my cock as if reading its veins in braille
from the bowels of her jubilation. Now stretched on
the cross easel my fetish fading to hysteria punished
by an insomniac, unfiltered, watching her cunt drip.
Cuckolded by my Mother-in-law pleasuring herself
deeply, smoking her unfiltered decadent mind.
Dipping her nicotine-stained fingers in my ass
milking my prostate. On the wall, a shadow of my
Odyssey is dressed in patent leather as her clitoris
sheds its skin as if a locust in transformation. Her
pubic hair was in flames as the smoke detector gave
an alarm  
 
the dust settle as you fucked the shadows bare of their threats
you were beside yourself with rage  
and even the angelic host wept  
for your bitter state  
and brittle mind but you resurrect your feud
with the holy one rising in the ranks of the disturbed  
you were the foulest spirit God ever faced  
he was both disgusted with you and intrigued
your blight shows through as a fungus  
that only grows in the night  
bleeding sorrow you hung the moon on a hangman's noose  
with no copper to pay the ferryman  
you waited on perdition's shore  
hoping a spirit would get lost in the fog
and feed your peculiar delights and remove the hex from you