Susanna and the Elders

[smokingboot]

When I was young, they called me
Something between Juno and Lucifer
(Hey, Juicyfur!) The men would watch
As though they couldn’t believe

I didn’t want their eyes fixed to my skin
Like warts I couldn’t pick off
wet undermouths of wish
Struck matches guttering faint

Beneath beards
And grave faces
the plea of paddling fingers
Oh, let me let me

And a smile
Would you like a little gift?
And his friend who warns me
that no one likes a prideful girl

And anyway what’s a little flesh
A little slip, a little
You might even like it
Trying to put their hands

On the marble of me
On the moment of me
As if theirs was the fate
Never to hear: ‘No’

Then curdled into curses
For when they said
'God made you for us
Or you would not be so beautiful,'

I replied, ‘If that were true
He would not have let you grow old.’

Comments

[mallorys_camera]

I love this.

[smokingboot]

Thank you, I am so glad!

I do too, though it has a harshness to it.

[asakiyume]

Brilliant. Love the conclusion, and also "I didn't want their eyes fixed to my skin."

[smokingboot]

Very glad you liked it, thank you!