Drew

She lays naked on the cover of a magazine
 Supple young, so old
 Unabashed and unaware
 White skin darkness within
 A painted fixation
 Pink round nipples
 Deep back pocket missing
 Flat stomach and a burning display of love
 Descent into fear and truth, hatred, age, and desperation
 Resent your mouth and misguided beauty
 Filth
 In control in the eyes of all, even mine
 Stretching your fucking from my virgin hypocritical mouth
 To gorge on your tiny right to be
 Scare me with your confused and stupid little world
 I think I hate what you are
 Hating what you are, Drew