A.j. Binash

(04-20-1988 / Dodgeville WI)

Rose Scented Tampons


I slapped her eyelids!
As lashes gathered
Onto cheek-bones,
I sighed
And wished for a clean
Orgasm.

Behind her ear
Was a lily.
After several thrusts
It lodged itself free
And fell into the toilet water.
Floating,
Like a piece of trash
Skipping in the wind.

I ripped her stockings,
Noticed bruises
On her kneecaps.
The very same
Appeared on her palms.
(A whore's stigmata.)

Afterward,
I leaned against the stall door.
She pissed away
A million of my children.
She wiped and smiled.
Kissed me goodbye.

Then walked away.

As if abortion
Wasn't a form
Of birth control.

Submitted: Friday, March 28, 2014
Edited: Thursday, April 03, 2014

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