Michael Escoffery
I chained myself to you because
all I wanted was to be free.
I starved my self and soul to death,
so you could feed and rescue me.
I put a blindfold on and
chose to ignore the signs;
you were all I wanted to see,
even if it cost me my eyes.
I was incomplete without you,
and so, I wasn’t complete with you.
I couldn’t live without you,
and so, I couldn’t live with you.
Michael Escoffery
They had Fun.
They ripped her clothes off and took turns,
pushing themselves deep inside her,
not letting he go till they were satisfied.
Don’t we all know that
Fun is a ruthless, psychopathic man
in the body of a young girl,
a young girl with perky breasts,
not very large buttocks,
and slightly round hips?
Fun got up,
shook the sand off her hair
and wiped the dust from her knees.
With blood still dripping from
between her thighs,
she laid them flat on the ground
and had them too,
slashing their insides and
filling them up with her acids,
till they began to scream and beg in pain.
They squeezed the rose,
and they loved and enjoyed doing so.
The thorns law-ved and enjoyed
every drop of their blood and sweat too.
“Tango Rouge” by Michael Escoffery
He drew closer,
and immediately, she knew who he was.
“My knight!
Does he have the shining armour?
Yes, he does!”,
she exclaimed.
She waited till he stopped the white horse,
ran to him, embraced him and kissed him.
“Take the armour off and give the sword to me.
Let’s go into the house.”
He took the armour off and gave it to her,
as well as the sword.
She let him go into the house first,
made him sit,
told him she had to go make him a meal,
went outside the house,
put the armour on,
held on to the sword,
went to the horse,
kissed her head,
sat on her back,
and rode on her into the sunset, giggling.
