Modern Paraphilia Bride
A modern act of emancipation
Harder. Longer. Stronger! There is no title for morbidity. One is triggering the outline, other is putting out fires. High pitched noise goes straight to the neurons firing chemical imbalances. You see, all is pretty simple. If lay down and stay down is a modern rule of disconnection. Then somehow, someone needs to just - KNEEL! In the corner that was picked by a specialist and his maid. I forgot to pack mascara. There will be an emotional massacre. For them once standing in line for the better future. 7 men and one bottle of beer. The Alpha male has just reached his stinking primer number. Dissatisfaction had filled the air with the stink of metal cans. It's better to fall, then to have no destination. Little houses with same colored curtains and lullabies. Abandoned factories of past glory. KNOW YOUR ENEMY! The Chernobyl generation. We where suppose to be unborn. CUT out. They where meant to get rid of us. I was a lucky pick. Over abortion time. So my mother was ALOWD to keep me. funny, isn't it?
For a modern day bride
18 months of reassuring tapping on the back. Red circles in the water frames and vanilla scented air fresheners that bring back taste of others. Before. Past tenses and tense muscles. Where are the publicized manual one speculated about. For some time now. Background keep changing. Red stockings left their charm. Black becomes the favorite non color in the colored land. Every night there is a scratching from under the floor boards. Every morning there is resentment for the clock.
A modern day prison
Christians where still singing. It was still raining.