Sweet Sexteen

I saw evil last night evil in the form of sweet fleshed beauty evil in the form of twinkling eyes and the sweetest serpents tongue I saw evil, perhaps, not in its entirety for as with goodness evil is an abundant and all consuming well. So young, so stained by herself and others this child daily sought the flame. The fragile translucent moth to the kittens lick evil beyond bounds. A narcotic evil bathed in a surcease of pain. Failures false balm lures with fresh sexual pleasures lures with ribald sensation, lures with filthy lucre. I saw flames leap from the eyes of the sweetest face, recalling the pill vials abundant place; recalling the ease of reach. I saw her thrusting tongue-tip lick and leap. I saw drool come at the corner of her ripe lips. the ones she would let his bodies sickness kiss, all for the high his legal drugs would bring she stay, she’d F…, she’s give him everything. In his true sickness he’d pray. "Lord God please heal me." he’d say. She’d smile and the horned corners of her mouth would rise. And he’d seek life’s affirmation between her thighs. She’d stay………’till he dies.