Immortal He

It preys on you like something feral

Bubonic, sick, perverted

What a pervert boy! 

Disgrace to his family,

his friends alike, would be so ashamed.

they would whimper to the gods for his death;

smile at him the next day as though they 

still love him

all fat and pus. a glob of conglomerate fuckup

and incestuous relations

akin to those he jokes about.

 let his friends joke for him!

he brings them close just to get a peek at their younger selves.

feels up the traumatised because he

knows their screams are all used up.

and their silence guarantees his reign.

he’ll whisper to your thighs, ‘a feast!’

and to your ears will scream how lucky you are

to be with someone like him.

and sure, he lies, but is it not worth it

to be so grotesquely constant?