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.