Rhetorical “I love you’s”- batted back and forth like flies squandered sex replaces passion satin bed sheets stained with lies. Caustic conversations, peppered black with loathings mold, through laser whitened smiles veneering loveless, store bought souls.. A marriage of constituents, fed on debt devoured dreams youthful longings long succumbed, to god money’s siren screams… Credit cards, and joint accounts the bones on which they feed- A living breathing sacrifice, to avarice and greed…
Hiram slipped his elbow then his forearm then his wrist from the swollen vulva of the poor heifer whose calf he’d had to twist to get it to emerge all aglow- first the legs, and then the torso.
“Delivering poorly presented calves can be some tedious work.” Hiram stated as he brought the calf with one final tug n’ jerk, “It’s a stress on the calf- and brother- a right pain in the ars for the mother.”
“T’isn’t exactly painless for a poor farmer either, now don’t ya see I’ll have to sell off this wee little calf if I’m ta cover yer fee.” Farmer Ed countered, and so it began- the necessary haggle-an…
three little daughters locked in their room mother’s mad at father so she beats them with a broom father comes home drunk again smelling of perfume mother screams till father snaps now it’s quiet as a tomb.
Sirens wail in the night and stop at their front door police come in with guns drawn father hits the floor lady from the county says ‘you’ll live like this no more, with a drunkard for a father a mother, rotten to the core’
three little daughters live like that no more shuttled between foster homes life becomes a revolving door of lies and disappointments by eighteen they’ve learned the score ones a mother, ones a junkie and the other ones a whore.