Chapter Eleven : Thudding

11.

Something broody paced up and down it had the shape of a man body language mean a screaming machine its hands were well… they were big and they were bad.
they were bruised and unwashed as it continued to pace up and down
the sound of the thudding
the screaming the crying the wailing in all of the dying
the sound of the thudding would never get tiring
the sound of the gurgling the spilling the murmering
the sound of the thudding as he paced up and down
the stirriung the slumping the biting the thumping
the eyes rolling to the back of the head
head board all broke ripped up struggling in choke
the sound of the thudding on leaving the room
the belt the bottle the barbwire all things to inspire
the inficting, the tickling, the sickening all things for the desire
the pacing slowed the noise it did grow
those unwashed hands to it’s head it did clamp
the fire was burning the drink it was swirling
the sound of the thudding
new plans were emerging
the sound of the thudding
the smiling the leering the sweating the jeering
the sound of the thudding
the sound of the thudding
he turned
the sound of the thudding
the sound of the thudding
she needed more loving a few more days tops
chuckling under breath on the spot
something broody paced up and down it had the shape of a man body language mean a calm machine all oiled and serene its hands were well…they were big and they were bad,
they were bruised and unwashed
yes she needed more loving

the sound of the thudding

it stopped.

 

 

 

 

 

 


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