Seymour

Seymour

One by one
That monster brought Them home.
Evil wears a face
that looks human.
Bound and gagged in
its bedroom
its basement
in its rose-painted
rooms of terror
and debasement.
Selfish fucking monster.
It stole Them from their
Families, from their Lives of Promise
And Futures.
Plucked and tortured them with its vomitus
deprecating, lustful needs.
All Three.
What a wretched home it was made to be.

Ten years it kept Them.
Ten years of trying and crying
and dying inside
Ten years of intrusion and bruises
Ten years of fighting for Their will
just to survive.
Three thousand six hundred fifty days of
Torrential formidable darkness.
Eighty-seven thousand, six hundred hours
Of physical, spiritual, soul-shattering
body-battering infringement
made to suffer
at the hands of a revolting,
selfish fucking monster.

One of Them impregnated,
One of Them cooking its pancakes
and one of Them suffering
the shakes of starvation,
deprivation
and forced to be the midwife
for the baby it created.
Oh sweet holy hell on Earth.
She was made to give birth
in its shackled and dank dark basement.

But one day in May,
that monster forgot…
and ten years of torture
busted the locks into shards
trampled through its yard,
and set the rest of Them free.
It now swings,
From its neck with a sheet
burning in the flames
from where it whence came.
Ten years of torture
should never ever
utter its name.