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Gustatoraily Gruesome

Hair — stringy, slimy, putridly brown, slides across
Clotted cream dotted with cherry bits — then drips down
Hind to wasteland of waistband; doughy, disordered.

Nice ones say she’s cute;
Eyes averted from bulbous belly.
Dumb ones say she’s sweet,
Content in oblivious cheek.

House shudders, dreading her return. Bits of fabric
Peel away from skin, dangle, escape to rain-soaked
Pavement. Wreck doesn’t rev, screeches and shrieks instead.

Folks say she’s special.
Every night, she prays they‘re right.
Doubts corrupt her mind,
Etching black marks upon her soul.