Abominable Fairy

a poem should make you feel like you’re slipping on a latex glove without lubrication with just the sound of plastic rubbing against skin like a woman shaving her face on stage surrounded by eyes and silence every night like a man without his dick in the winds of revolting pussies like the beauty of a horse is more to handle than the ugly shock of an electric eel like the contract of truth between you and the author has melted from the flames rolling top the logs in the fireplace behind your eyes as your heart slowly suffocates from laughing too much within the small cabin of childhood where you’ve forgotten you locked yourself for winter