BruteBitchBastard
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“like murdered singing birds”
Lord Alfred turned to singing something worse
Than that monstrosity, that attic room
Abomination. He became the curse
Of everyone, a she wolf lacking womb,
Becoming bastard, bitch and monster all
Rolled up as one, a hetero excuse
For erstwhile wonder and a beast to crawl
Away and shout out loud like dad’s abuse,
Attack as penitence. The father, though,
At least retained insanity of hate,
While Alfie squeezed away what lingering glow
He’d known to save his try at being straight.
He screamed away the lover he had known.
In this he sounded like a killer’s moan.
~ Phillip Whidden