Christ’s Cross of Misery Children’s ‘Hell on Earth’

It started with a kiss, a hug, a share, a pat on the back,

A kind word, a rub of the hair

Aren’t you a lovely boy

It was all downhill from there

Signs and symbols the unknown the innocence

The dot on the i

Ripped from his bulging fulcrum

He says rub that little boy

The silent hand shakily knows

It’s not right, the dark mind is covetous

Feeling something but what he’s scared

Pull down that zip that’s a good man

Nervous unsteady tapering and tedious

Forcing wincing the smell- the encouragement

That’s lovely I’ll do it a fissure like bone

Veiny marbled purple white pink  its

ocular slash stares back at him

before

He knew it a big hand cups his

Rub that go on rub it- up and down- up and down

Good lad, faster- faster=

keep going open your mouth

QUICK

he started to feel sick a rising tide pulsed up

against his hand

mammy mammy mammy

A mercurial liquid salty thick glutenous squirts

In his face-he starts crying- ah stop it

You know God said only the best boys

Crying harder-whimpering- sweating-wetting himself

You’ll go to hell now stop it

he felt

A slap on his face

and a sigh from his