The Grand Odalisque
1814
Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres
Someone is hoping to find her limbs in an auction
I'm Ari. This is my poetry blog. My inspirations are Jennifer Firestone and Charles Bukowski. My favorite fashion designer is Rei Kawabuko. Two favorite movies are Kill Bill Volume 2 and Natural Born Killer (I'm kind of a Tarantino geek). I identify as bisexual. Age 16. Liberated woman with a thing for abusive guys. Love to drink, especially good whiskey. Let's talk.
Come at me, bro. Submit to your mistress
April262012
September282011
Bleach
I snuck over to your place
at three in the morning
because I love you
and you wanted
head.
I went over and fell
asleep in your arms.
(You had a boner.)
When we woke up
my mom had called
wondering where
I was.
You stared at me
and grabbed the back
of my head and
shoved your tongue
into my mouth.
(You had a boner.)
You grabbed my tit
so hard and
it hurt
so much.
I tried to move away
but you grabbed my
hands and shoved
your tongue
back down
into my mouth.
Then you told me
to give you head
so I went down
and you shoved
your cock down
into my throat.
And out and in and out and in and out and in.
And you came
and it tasted bitter
but nothing like
bleach.
When your finally
done with me
all pink and bruised
and I say
I love you
and you say
okay.
9PM
Pie Cutter
I woke up early
so I could see
my boyfriend
who is very
good.
I told my mam
I’d be back
in time.
At my boyfriend’s
house I sucked
him off and then
we fucked.
We were both
tired so we
watched
Blade Runner.
(his favorite
movie)
I’d never seen it
but I liked it
a lot.
I saw I was late
So I left.
(I love you.)
(Everyone does.)
When I was almost
home I saw my
Oma walking in
my direction.
She was
crying.
I had a terrible
feeling in my
gut.
I went over to
her and told
her I loved
her.
She didn’t
believe
me.
If I loved her
I wouldn’t
have been
late.
I would have made
the party.
Come inside
because we
waited for
you to cut
the cake.
(I didn’t want
to go inside.)
I went
inside.
I sat down
at my seat.
Everyone else
was already
seated.
Oma was still
crying.
My dad started
yelling.
He called me a
stupid fucking
bitch.
He called me a
slut who
would rather
suck my boyfriends
cock then come to
the party.
I sat there.
My stomach
hurt.
I didn’t say
anything.
Silently I cried
because it
was true
and
I
was
a
slut.
My mam picked up
the cake cutter
and slammed it on
the table.
Then she hit me
with it.
(She followed through.)
It hurt bad
but not
as bad
as my
stomach.
Oma was still
crying.
Mam cut the
cake.
(It tasted terrible.)
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