YOU'D CARVE INITIALS ON THEIR BONES AND LEAVE THEIR INNOCENCE TO THE DEVIL.

you dirty old man, how cruel you are, stealing the breaths of those little girls, you're a dirty old man you know that? sweet-gummed, sweet-lipped, sweet teethed—you're a cruel man you know that?

little little lucy was on her way back home, rosy-cheeked, summer-skinned, halo-haired, virgin eyes. she was perfect. such a perfect little girl lucy was,in her ribcage bore a honeybee heart and a smile that said no one could do wrong in this world

but she was wrong, oh so wrong, that pure little mind of hers kept her dead, she crawled in, happily, so happily in the back of your car, unknowingly accepting a ride to her destination of death

you saw her pink tongue and decided you couldn't keep your hands to yourself, stripping her clothes till she was bare, a grisly gasp left her lips, you kissed her lips, told her to be quiet, you kissed her again, gripped her again, her buzzing honeybee heart molding into a wasp

she was gasping, you went inside, she was crying, you slipped inside, she was thrashing, you pushed inside, she was praying, you fucked inside, tearing the delicate strings of her purity to the devil's gallows, feasting on her innocence, drinking up her pride, slipping and sliding, and slippling and grinding, slipping and grinding , nonstop, her heart dropped

little lucy wondered why god wasn't there, she was clutching her rosary, but no one ever came, were the angels watching? she wondered, she loved god, she truly did, she worship his robes and sang out his name, but he left her on hold like the still winds of winter.

dear god are your angels watching?

to put her out of her misery, you slit her throat, like a virgin on an altar ready for the sun gods to devour the sacredness of her soul, relief—fear—pain—grief; a concoction of feelings laid her eyes, ruby ichor staining the worn leather seats of your car.

you took out your heaving blade and carved LOVE in her bones.

nature's pores sealed her body away from the disgraceful world, her body no longer yours, but one with the earth and home to the purity of bugs dancing and crawling in her organs, consuming and cleansing her at once, she was the crown of the earth's domain, hand over budding breasts, and fetal legs curled like a fallen cicada, her soul was sweet and innocent once more.

and everyone one wonders what happened to little ole little lucy girl. perhaps her uncle could explain.

but she never got to see the angels did she?

~art~

'painting misery red is such a fun thing to do. if i recall his name was uncle bennie.'