Damn, The Bastard Child!

Mr. Europe’s bastard has shown up at the dinner table, bags in hand.

What discomfiture, what indigestion she causes.
she pays no mind to the refined company present.
her striking resemblance to him further unsettling.

He found Her wild yet trusting; luscious and unsophisticated.

Magnificent and imposing, he strutted in and denuded Her.
He perforated Her soul easily and ravaged Her – repeatedly, mercilessly, shamelessly.
He paid no mind to Her spirited yet ineffectual resistance,
Her agonizing screams,
Her exhausted limp whimpering.

He kept coming back and brought others.
Some gorge at the banquet tonight.

she recognizes the ivory, the gold, the diamonds, the mahogany.

she need not mention Karen or Kolmanskop.

He sits dumbfounded behind his delectable dinner and baronial company.
What to do with her now?

What will he do with what he did?

Published by hannahtk

Hannah is a footloose Jesus-girl who enjoys family and friends, writing, painting, calligraphy, speaking and teaching, reading, cooking, gardening... She runs an adult foster home in Gaston, OR.

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