Mr. K's Shadow
Posted to Poetry
by youcantconspire on 2004-03-29 13:36:00
Who are you,
god of my childhood?
Opening my door in the night?
Your shadow comes to a point,
illuminated by the light
in that lonely hallway.
i wish you wouldn't touch me there
or here
on my alter of solace.
Your invading my clothes
with your hard-earned erection,
and covering my mouth
with your hard-earned sweat.
I never seem to have
quite enough tears
to keep you off of me.
And mama's looking at me
in the morning
as if i'm some whore...
when i never even invited this pain
i never even asked him in.
i never wanted you, Mr. K
