Drew

She lays naked on the cover of a magazine
Supple young, so old
Unabashed and unaware
White skin darkness within
A painted fixation
Pink round nipples
Deep back pocket missing
Flat stomach and a burning display of love
Descent into fear and truth, hatred, age, and desperation
Resent your mouth and misguided beauty
Filth
In control in the eyes of all, even mine
Stretching your fucking from my virgin hypocritical mouth
To gorge on your tiny right to be
Scare me with your confused and stupid little world
I think I hate what you are
Hating what you are, Drew