the pure-blooded b*****d

 

 

 

 

 

 

curses disguised as blessings,

as your prince comes

on broken, bended knee,

but he's a hindrance.

 

confusion.  knit brows.

skepticism thick,

wary eyes behold your smile,

but can't see who

it's focused on.

 

they know he lines your pockets,

they never wondered just how thick,

he pays for riding lessons,

so you dive head in,

no one questions just how wholly.

 

he'll weep and cry and pout and sob,

until you give into his demands.

pull you along, to all the galas,

so you can listen while he talks.

 

you swallow those pills,

and snooze away

as your b*****d baby swells your stomach.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Cocoacandy]

s4 l1 "your swallow those pills,"
think you meant you dear...
wow... emotional, rich, and deep... good work, keep it up!

[Quinn Blackburn]

ouch! this one burns along the skin like a subtle scathing acid. excellent wordcrafting though!