Life IS the devils FEAST...or a Dark Soul's seat!

__ i L L

It was my 1st _i L L  and I have yet to feel

My method UNORTHODOX

Celebrating an atypical train of thought

I FOUGHT MY HUNGER...way deep in of itself

Bottomless...a morphing somersault

Impatience obstructed my sensational plan; I never wanted to be famous

So aimless...MY 1ST _i L L

Not dramatic or spiteful

preceding

SoooSWEET

PURE DRIVE...my compulsion

I am numb and convulsing with eruptions of systemic pleasure

Cupping my breasts out of habit

I SCREAM AFTERTHOUGHT ON THIS VERY PAGE!!!

of my

1st _i L L

Temperance WILL let me manage another, no set schedule or blunder

I will continue until asunder

Flashbacks of my ____________.

Successful...

MY 1st _i L L

UNTITLED

I thought it all started when I threw away my virtue in the triple 6 barracks...

TRAGIC CIRCUMSTANCE

Satans bed transformed by a young womans head

believing he was what he said, but instead in this hell

ALL lies r truth 1 in the same...

TREACHEROUS FUCKING GAME

In all actuality

pigtails, no frame

sensitive, inquisitive

dealing with a chaotic initiative

@ home was when I was 1st exposed

fundamentals for me was no phonics and crafts

it was going behind the bar stumbling  upon board games with tits n ass

being felt up sittin on mommys boyfriends lap

zapped me of that innocent phase

wasnt girly giggles no more on my face...

It was distaste + desire...

I WAS DRYBRUSH IN TURN IT CAUSED A FIRE!

My LAST piece (inspired by Richard Pryor's:LIVE ON THE SUNSET STRIP)

He said u dont graduate into manhood until uve had ure heart broken, and as a result u then want to KILL the world....IM in sync with this pain ofcourse as a woman maybe not by a relationship per say but by things Ive witnessed in life  & what others do....ok maybe a dude or two heh...as the middle of your chest sloooows it cramps,cramping to seize what lively blood there is left because the rest will curdle...DIE

u clutch that spot that housed the chambers of the heart...madness offers to zap it back, but electrodes are a no go...u pick up whats LT wrinkled dribbling bleeding mess

U go to nest I could cry till the end of time or hold my anger all inside that wont hit me for a few days ...I'm outside my own body watching relishing my own misfortunes ...do I enjoy this sensation aching n aching walking to work  faking....not paying attn to my fore sight...hindsight is 20/20...but Im blind and mannequin posed without a fuckin home ..wondering outside alone searching good ol times that now rouse suspicion...I wanna be whole...I need that piece thats missing, and some fucker has that last piece...they probably thru it in a knapsack not perceiving my true value. thru some edges away because it requires more than a handful...gargantuan I am ..not for the weak not for the phony , I knowingly let u in...when I get my mind RT ...I will get back my last piece

BEGUILE / abstain

Beguile my best sense of self, my sincere essense waits

as I do so my feelings abait triplefold

I spit gold but receive tin that sometimes grows to nickel, but NEVER turns platinum

Twisted is the recourse but I have become silly putty-That stage most women go thru

Its a sickness thats most entertaining to the numb nutt men that are waiting...This is a

moment

Biding my time until I affix my eyes on thine that will BEGUILE n Bewilder

I soar in that highest of highs..a molten bittersweet lozenge He is!

 But that kiss----------The tongue tie that doesn't insinuate innocence, pure abandon

Imminent heartbreak that grueling ritual

repetitive nature

EATS SWEET, BUT SWALLOWS SICKLY

smooth batter that transforms to prickly

pine needles to quills---THE FURTHER U LET HIM SPILL, into u

the realization is: It is not only milky secretions u've let into ure VENUS

ITS dudes soul; although, he may lie down as dead bodies in the ground

He ECHOES eternal

They fail to know its a demise

with they're cocks throbbing and wondering eyes

Hollow locust shells

In numbers WE r plentiful ourselves

Strength in numbers, so lets rebel...the fear of loneliness repels

we rever into indentured snails

I say WE....women.......Us

unite n purge this festering wound

We WILL be maimed if its not soon.

 Father's Day 2

I hope u look out the window on Sunday, while ure life replays,

and mine decays...so u treated us like dead weight

I hope ure dead

WAIT....experience my dread, when the male experience began

No model, nor mold- to hold side by side 4 comparison

Now I have a son-I have since cut ure bond...but

I will continue "Father's Day" and release the rage that causes

Time elasped delays

Now what in the hell did I say?

Whatever the fuck cums out

You cause the forever pout

Sever vertical down both wrists are out

Shed thy blood, I'm stuck in thy rut

Caused by the monumental slut from the:

VIRGIN ISLANDS

thats a euphemism w/out even trying.

I'm tired of shedding tears over,

Having fear over

these niggas leftovers

bein a crumb on a plate then thrown away-

So I walk w/ the height of the pyramids

So peel back ure irrelevant eyelids, and peep my iris

at the top of the page

spiritually engaged

u only grasp the tip of this berg

most people not enriched, but absurd

My vision is not crystal, but is blurred

I ride the wave of the curdled, where life makes us jump hurdles

I'm exhausted, but I dont admit defeat

So kiss my feet and retreat

this lioness burns her meat, before the elite, and make them cringe

Your life is over b-4 it begins