A New Day Dawns
Descent of a writer
I ransack again the frothy sewage of my life diving deep past the slime through the stench for a festering morsel to appease the beast
I strip Parade failed relationships Spit shame and regrets on fine china for the fickle reader Lest his gaze move in a blink to another decomposition
My only fix Warmth of the fleeting bond as it sinks its teeth biting chunks of my grateful teat A bloodied monster’s whore contented for another day
