A smile as she opened the door
Seeing two boys on her doorstep
Sent by their auntie
To visit an elderly neighbour
She ushers us in
Dressed only in a nightgown
We sit in crypt-like dark
Of her lounge room
Telling her of school and stories
Half made up
She sucking the blood of our youth
For she keeps feeding us candy
While devouring us more gently
My brother younger, less antsy
Don't like this old lady
Then in the half light
Wreathed in cigarette smoke
She opens her sagging thighs
Looks at me through an exhaled drag
As I perceive the knotted shag
Nestled like a rat between her legs
Not knowing what it means
But feeling it is somehow obscene
Perhaps it wasn't deliberate
An honest mistake in front
Of innocent eyes but then
What if the intent was malevolent
To corrupt, to compromise?
Then she did her work well
As the devils tool
To make me a slave among men
And always a woman's fool.
© shaun patrick green 2011
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