Demand Presentation

by

Heather Prudence Davis

When the two of you returned from the run both empty
handed and smelling of sweet victory revenge sex
I knew the bitch would burn.
Her husband said "Oh, not again. Out of state?" as
she smiled that wicked smile and handed her daughter
a gumball.
You both disappeared upstairs again.
I found you lying on your stomach looking
at her barbie dolls.
I said "Hey, let's go, your brother is in town,
and I want to see him".
SHE replied with "We were waitin' on a 5th" and spread
herself in front of you.
"I'm taking your car to go find your bro'!"
SHE said SHE would walk you home after the
graduation party.
Ripped, I could hold my blaze back no longer!
I punched you in the head and stomach,
while you doubled up to block the shots,
I picked you up and tossed you in the tin can,
threw the lid on and started kicking it against
the wall.
The reaction I received from her was
hot grease hurled across the room at me and this
hideous laughter, her face frozen and mask-like.
As I did not retreat or appear frightened,
it became more exaggerated.
I will not beg for mercy when I carry
the knowledge that any second, the opposite corner
of the room would be aflame and I, the only survivor.
When my halo is stolen, smashed to pieces, burnt,
you should not attempt to do me further harm.
My wrath is imminent.
My projectors are pure white light and they will
banish yours before they realize
they are needed.
My orchestra plays on in their white gowns with your
brother, the conductor, and his purple shadows filled the buildings and the air between the skyscrapers.
As the mobile races by......

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Why don't you look at To those who do not have compassion
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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