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A Night Out at the Gentleman’s Club

you make my words taste like cotton swabs,
im vomiting your fluff.
i use ripped fishnets
 to catch my prey
they dance
the way girls on coke should
with poles up their asses
flashing flesh of victim #246,
but someones gonna pay the bills.
and they said no ones got options.
touch tear away
lick cunt casting stains.
try again.
back for more
$10 for her drink and
 another for the dick in her mouth.
running up a tab in the land of lust
so cliché.
swig swaggering swish
of that piece
so hit it hard.
we’re living to idolize a disposal culture
of love
in long sheaths
filled with white children
born of sin.
swimming out to sea
in a toilet
at the place
where love goes to die. 
how did we all become so predictable.


About deadendemily

Emily lives in Austin, TX. She has a minor in chaos and a major in spray paint. She likes Vincent Price and ABBA. She enjoys being covered in fake blood and writing horror stories. Most of the time she just hopes that her cat is not plotting to murder her, her cat being a minion of Satan and all. They would never suspect the cat.

One response to “A Night Out at the Gentleman’s Club

  1. wiredwriter ⋅

    Voice in this so raw, exuding brutal honesty.

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