Unpleasant man.
There lived a girl long time ago in an unpleasant place
with an unpleasant man who always said she had an unpleasant face.
In her chest , her heart place
something was rotting in that empty space.
And every day she did as she was told
every day it made her feel withered and old
when he made mistakes, it was her he would scold
in the beginning, fear came with the night
but as of late she has been so void of fright
she looks at him and smells the taste of spite
he can scream and yell, but doesn't know how to make it right.
she hears it, the creaking of his sloppy footsteps up the stairs.
She lays there in her small bed , he thinks shes unawares.
standing on the back of her neck those short little hairs
she rolls to look at him, he grins but glares.
She has been void of fright, so filled with hate.
For she knows he came with a need to sate.
Ah but She knows shes not a pig on a plate.
He sets down next to her, his face and hands all filled with lust.
She should look away like always, but her neck is like a joint filled with rust.
Wont budge or nudge, in that empty place that rotting space, something went bust.
Deep in herself something burns,
for the one thing she so desperately yearns.
His open palm across her cheek, she never learns.
Her stomach goes up her head goes back
something hits the wall with a very loud 'klak'
from deep in her throat she pulls an unearthly scream
it fills his ears, his eyes fill with tears, what a scene!
She wont stop- and suddenly his skin fall from him as if some one tugged at his seams.
she doesn't halt
because its his fault
his layers fall, disintegrate til hes just a pile of salt.
