Nothing left to lose!

He tore off his buggy well pressed yellow shirt. He sauntered out of his black old-school trousers and kicked them a mile away. He had no drawers no. No underwear. His big black uncircumcised penis dangled out of his mons pubis like something sinister out of a low rated porno film. His pubic was nappy and creased. Black taints of pubic mixed in minimal proportions among grey pubic. Only here was the true extent of his age obvious . A mere look at him in this perspective, you would tell that he was well above 85 years old and you could tell that he’s an alien without morals, class or integrity. He had a pair of Ruff Rider condoms, he looked at them with the anger and frustration of the embattled Colonel and tossed them away into the bush with the force and brutality of the other General who runs the sorry gang of loose, impoverished hooligans that claim they protect lives and property. His face contorted into an ugly caricature of a man whose spirit is consumed by evil, whose heart is amassed in extreme darkness-something similar to the evil look on Gadaffi’s face after his gut was spilled out. There she lay, disheveled and scared shitless. She lay right there like the sacrificial lamb on Abraham’s alter right before Abraham’s sharp blade bored down into its fuzzy frail tissue exposing veins that gushed with pure, warm red life. He held his big black dick in his hands and walked to where she lay. His big, black, uncircumcised and diseased penis approached her sacred womanhood with vile intend. She closed her eyes, she couldn’t take it anymore. She wished death upon herself and death he offered her when his diseased uncircumcised penis tore through the tissue of her soft , tight and closed vagina. Her tender skin, gave away, her tissue collapsed like the walls of a warm eaten house, little squirts of blood gushed out. He was excited. He slapped her belly so hard that for an instant it seemed as though her heartbeat receded from her body to a place in hell before returning to her with a million promises of pain and damnation. She cried and reeled for help as his engorged penis delivered a two day-long deluge on her- inundate with a great quantity of furious disease. She called out to God and friends and whoever could hear her. She begged for rescue. He smiled and croaked a plethora of insults on her-his face covered in lewd smirks, a snigger that depicted the darkness he wore in his heart. Her painful voice rang out through the entire land and her cries for help could be heard in distant lands.

While he raped and abused her, his quark Generals and minions stood on and watched. When she bled and squealed to his brutal thrusts and insults, they nodded their heads in agreement and clapped their hands in support of his heinous act. They stood and watched while he raped their daughter. They looked her in the eyes with a gush of fury and vitriol and said what was being done to her was free and fair. She was their daughter, their little beautiful daughter who was conceived in Eden when the lord created the earth and was born out of the blood and flesh of the many others that came before her. Those men and women whose blood soaked the earth and whose black flesh was broken and left out to dry in the baking African sun, left for the buzzards to nibble at and feast over. She was the progeny of a million sacrifices. She was the only daughter, the most precious daughter. She was the fairest of them all in the land, massively endowed and specially curved by the lord’s adept hands. She was blessed with the attributes of the goddesses. She was the pearl of the land, the pride of her African inhabitance. “The pearl” was what they called her. So he raped the pearl and the quarks watched on. The same quarks who claimed to love her, the same quarks who lied to her. The same quarks she trusted and believed in. These quarks are the ones that could have rescued her but didn’t. They just stood right there and watched. Those classless, spineless quarks. Those cowards, those dimwitted paps with nothing save for soupcons of shit in their skulls. Those pathetic vermin, those uncouth scumbags, those low life, beleaguered, sorry excuses of men just stood right there and did nothing while the old hag in the gigantic round hat did odious things to her.

Today she walks around with her head down. She walks about in the dark lost and crestfallen and she talks to herself in shame. She weeps and cuts her wrists and watches her blood spill onto her sore thighs. She’s hollow and can barely feel herself. All her beauty seems to have left her. She lost her pride, she lost her place among the goddesses, among the pearls that day when the psychopath violated her in broad day light, in front of those quarks while the rest of the world watched on. The world watched on. A world of Observers. She’s now the laughing stock of the land. She’s only a silhouette of her past, lost and forgotten beauty. She walks among the ruins of her past life whilst battering her once stunning forehead on the rubble seeking retribution. But retribution is a seed that grows out of a soiled and dark soul of an old odious man who has long lost himself to greed intermingled with the insatiable craving for power, control...attention. She has no soul. She has no life, she’s only a shadow that now crawls and wanders in the forlorn emptiness of a tormented past. She’s got no conscience, no name, no belonging, no integrity-she’s just another wasted breath that wafts in the cold, troubled emptiness that now stalks the once vibrant and amiable pearl she was. Retribution, is the opulence which comes at a price that her doomed existence falls short of. Salvation is the prayer she craves. Her lips move all day long and all night long in intercession. Her diseased body is weak and rotting away. She lays on the ground and raises her hands to the heavens in entreaty. Where will her recompose come from?