my haggis lover
husband #3 had a dream haggish+fatefucked
yes! there is such a thing he dreamed of Morta
she one of the 3 sister fates who cut the thread
of life +choose the manner of your demise
she carried a slingshot +launched death orbs at
young girls et al. once she tossed a can at a 20
something who had escaped the rock instant death
ensued💥
she did this because she could playing with us little
humans her grimgame Morta ghastly gaseous gnashing
fell in love with Scotty sent a near-human fly to bite me
at the cemetery where i visited my freshly dead mum
it took a chunk from behind my lame knee decidedly heart
shaped the scar now jagged through the centre Morta ate
of the pink flesh +thought me brisket-ey NOT as much
of a treat as he
brawny will eat every cracker in the house as crumbs catapult
driving home from longish holiday in homogeneously white
Ontario town Morta raised her sling she wanted rid of me rude bitch
then to sink her teeth into scotchmorsel he didn’t skip
a beat drove sturdy missing transport splatt by inches
the rock hit the windshield my side NOT today Morta
i want more of my sweet wife’s decrepitude
today i sit under a giant tree +wonder if it is the type
dropping thick trunks onto hipster heads in my local
park and as i contemplate my narrow escape i decide
that i am out of
songanddancegirl 