Taboo Haiku 277-280
by Julian X  /  poetry  /  31 Dec 2007
Love leads to marriage. But in my experience, To quickly-dug graves.
After rape, torture, And even the woodchipper, I still hear her nag.
My divination: Looking at a whore's warm guts, I can see the stars.
She offers herself Laid out upon a table: All her body parts.
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