the unpleasant man

 

Unpleasant man.

There lived a girl long time ago in an unpleasant place

with an unpleasant man who always said she had an unpleasant face.

In her chest , her heart place

something was rotting in that empty space.

And every day she did as she was told

every day it made her feel withered and old

when he made mistakes, it was her he would scold

in the beginning, fear came with the night

but as of late she has been so void of fright

she looks at him and smells the taste of spite

he can scream and yell, but doesn't know how to make it right.

she hears it, the creaking of his sloppy footsteps up the stairs.

She lays there in her small bed , he thinks shes unawares.

standing on the back of her neck those short little hairs

she rolls to look at him, he grins but glares.

She has been void of fright, so filled with hate.

For she knows he came with a need to sate.

Ah but She knows shes not a pig on a plate.

He sets down next to her, his face and hands all filled with lust.

She should look away like always, but her neck is like a joint filled with rust.

Wont budge or nudge, in that empty place that rotting space, something went bust.

Deep in herself something burns,

for the one thing she so desperately yearns.

His open palm across her cheek, she never learns.

Her stomach goes up her head goes back

something hits the wall with a very loud 'klak'

from deep in her throat she pulls an unearthly scream

it fills his ears, his eyes fill with tears, what a scene!

She wont stop- and suddenly his skin fall from him as if some one tugged at his seams.

she doesn't halt

because its his fault

his layers fall, disintegrate til hes just a pile of salt.