Murderous Coitus
Dead Whore River
Blood gurgles from her throat Like sperm from a whores mouth Both feel right in their waste of life Off the beaten path things are done In seclusion Interments are washed After arousal fades Moments of pain React in shouts to god The smell of latex Slick with fluid Tossed away After penetration Sometimes with great Deliberation Their eyes roll back As they shout to heaven But no one can hear them scream Come my darling into the woods Come my beauty follow me