Nighty off. ‘Come on that’s a good girl. That’s right there oh you must have been a lovely young girl. Now look where you are’ he kept jabbering.

‘Don’t worry now I’ve got you’ blackness said.

Blackness lifted her off the wheelchair and lowered her into

the uncomfortably cold water.
Oh, oh she stuttered O O OO.


Nooo.

She stared into his dark black eyes trying to see him and he see her-lifting up one breast with the nonchalance of a child licking a lollipop, blackness rubbed it lifting the soft swelling flesh up cleaning under it and around- pushing it to her underarm then he cupped it and let cold water drip off her erect

humans when there is no answer to them
Why she thought when your dying all you want is mercy and a peaceful death. Not medicalised intervention that medic God’s insist on:life at all costs except in cases of defenceless abortion.

Continue reading “America captures the hearts and minds and money of the commodity endings”

Wipeout with shades of the blues
Wipeout with shades of the blues

Wipeout with shades of the blues

the world is being turned inside out for a distracted and demented few absolutists.

reasoning is bespoke and not a matter of evenness

your eyes are not your own your mind is imperceptable to you

sealed-closed-hidden thought-implies death to conatus

slink off now and SHUT UP

DIE

Wipeout in shades of memory and a measling mass of old

Wipeout in shades of memory and a measling mass of old

As it fades the measling mass turns to shades of nebulae and

Gold

America captures the hearts minds money of the Never endings of Never Prey on the Prey

A little shreek like a lobster plunged into a boiling pot came from her throat-trying to stifle it her heart bobbed in her chest and she gasped expelled.

‘Just ready’ he said

Her head turned to the side her left hand grabbed his arm-it was hard-her lips plugged up again as he released-a sadness overwhelmed her.

She could see in his black eyes a regularity of forbidden entry.

A blue smile formed on his lips as his tongue peaked like a clitoris out at the side.

‘You like this lady’

Catapulted back to a time when this was forbidden, she thought of her life where pleasure was non- existent where even the thought was a sin.

Rory the first was tall and lugubrious with shadows in his eyes and want in his mind. She was reflected in him as a towel of sensuousness sheathed her. Her body immersed in his organs folded by his skin wrapped up in turgid tenderness.

He was using her she knew-being useful made her forgiving and giving.

‘Ok’ blackman interjected her thoughts and said to indifference ‘pass me the towels’

‘You ok on your own to lift her out’

‘Of course, what’s there to lift only a bag of bones’

Indifference laughed at his sarcastic shallowness.

He brushed off the languid lips again and played using the back of his hand over them an oceanic symphony.

She wanted to explode and rise up-her body confused felt hot-her head fell back-it was too much-her heart beating hard-breathless he covered her mouth with a sponge-she came.

This is death she thought-

I want to die now

 

 

America a quagmire of debasement with increments of corruption-exploitation and perversion of the human mind, body, spirit

She thought how life was equally simple and difficult-why she was here was down to America-the land of the brave the free the undead.

She is incarcerated in this home-the crime-getting old.

The reason behind everything that is: Continue reading “America a quagmire of debasement with increments of corruption-exploitation and perversion of the human mind, body, spirit”

Boxed in this filament of excrement by insouciant eyes and caring guise of Americanism

Here she is 91 92 next month how did it ever get to this-if she lost her mind at least she wouldn’t  know what was going on-being treated like a lump of meat. That’s all she is. Serving out her time to keep Continue reading “Boxed in this filament of excrement by insouciant eyes and caring guise of Americanism”

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