She is a witch- alabaster skin and placid
Lips, like a bleeding Sahara.
She swallowed her euphemism with a
Sickening cowardice. Almost like der Fuhrer's
Cyanide, but not quite.
Oestrogen blooms in her concave abdomen,
Putrid rafflesia, a parasitic offspring.
Who is the Father Confessor, the neighbours wondered.
Only a mere man with parabolic desire.