Pretty Little Bird
Photo by Anna Shvets from Pexels
Content Warning: Sexual Violence
Caged
Pretty little bird,
I adore your coiled feathers.
Watch, my pretty little girl.
Look into the mirror and
Witness the matte patches of
Your black and blue eye shadow
Gnawing at your sweet tender flesh.
Feel the warmth of your eyes blushing
With bulges of bloodshot leaking
From the skies. This is paradise,
Your dream come through.
Look at me pretty little girl
Dangling above our bed chambers.
Stare at me as the black satin sheets
Graze the crystallized nectar of
My thick thighs as I twitch the buds
Of your lust. Inhale the octaves
Of the leather’s head pleasing flesh.
Smell the singe of your blood
Soaked, henna knotted hands.
Sway, sway, my little bird,
Ogle at me from which you hang.
See the mechanism of the world
As they bow before french tip my hands.
Tweet, tweet little bird, as if
Anyone will hear your voice.
Above the grandeur of our
Forbidden love.
That your parents forbade
To love another like their
Firstborn daughter.
But what will people say?
We’re gay. “It’s immoral,” remember?
And don’t forget you asked for this-
You came to my doorstep,
Seeking this love.
Face it, you need me, baby.
Scream all you want, no one cares
About lesbians couple next door,
No-one cares about you, except me.
Want to report me to the blue coats, Haha
What could they possibly say?
“Hmm, two bitches romping too rough.
Yeah, that’s hot.
Shall I watch it too?”
Sing for me,
My pretty little bird.
Dance, little girl,
Dance, entertain my musing
Before I get bored, or shall I
Kiss the leather onto your brown skin
And conduct tonight’s symphony again?
Didn’t I tell YOU NOT TO CALL YOUR FAMILY?
Swing, Swing - Whip, and Flick
Left and right, right and left
Dangle from the ceiling as
I punish your flesh.
Eat the red lace of thong,
As I get bored of your sounds
Swing your tempered feathers
For me, pretty little bird,
Puff your tiny chest,
God, I could have done so much better.
You with your minimal cognitive Impairment,
As if you could stand without me?
Me, your Queen’s safety.
Rest assured.
Have dinner with me,
My pretty, little girl in your
Curved steel house, that I
Have designed for little you.
Don’t turn away from me
My pretty, little bird,
Don’t you know your survival
Is in command with my
Entertainment, so entertain
The fuck out of my mind,
My dear, sweet, pretty little bird.
From the steel of my cage
I waited for you to free my soul,
But broken wings did seek
Resilience that devoured
Your temptation to discover
Pretty little things,
Didn’t it?
Until I sold your being to heaven’s
Eyes sneering in your face
As you bleed for your sin.
Quiver in the presence of my
Savagery.
Love Allways,
The caged, pretty little girl.