The wood that harbours your neat cottage, is
filled with the silence of trees. But inside
is live with noises strange to me. Such as
the suck of my wasted naked body
against your slim hard limbs, the iron bed
that rattles like a pit lift door, my screams
that tell you how your cock feels when you mine
my core and split me at the seams. How my
cunt explodes as the roof caves in and floods
wash away the sickness in my brain, put
there by my husband and the bitch goddess,
so that mind and body unite once more.
