Oh Kindred with eyes as wide as almond
shaped thumbs. The green glows imitation
innocence as the yellow blazes with fury in
your eyes while I saw grave intentions in a hair breath’s
divulgence. You always fucked me nicely than ferociously
into end stage oblivion—I never in my life met this man.
Thank God, this horrendous Kindred slapped my ass—
stood up and dressed, always laconic, he bolted
and I vomited. At an age of impression I learned
that there exists one omniscient tyrannical fuck;
and I learned in school what happened to tyrants eventually
Kindred you taught me without consultation.
You remind me of a Preacher I once knew.
He taught me fire and scuffed knees without asking
too. I escaped with just the scraped knees. You
might want to Google my name—I’m scarier
than maggoty you.