Norman's Dream by Esther Betts

NORMAN'S DREAM

Inspired by Norman Mailer's An American Dream

I married her for her dad
Throw up over the mezzanine
Sick of my false reality
Got hooks, and hooks, and hooks in my flesh
Placed there by her snide commentary
It’s my fault
Imprisoned by my ego
In love with what I hate
Oh I hate her, I hate her, I hate her so much
But I love what she does to my standing
Come over to mine darling
Pink feather fluff and violet leather stuff
See her on the bed and she starts
A timely attack on my time of need
I saw the door open in my mind
Slap her on the face
She’s up charging at me head first
Catch her in a headlock then crack
And crack, and crack, and crack, and crack
The door has opened and I walk through

In the places where there are no witnesses
I steal orgasms off of my mistresses

Lie to the police and dash
Late night bar smell of dry whiskey
Stripper slash singer and mobsters
Unfriendly, so unfriendly
Dream of hitting them with my artillery
Pocket knife of my mind come to me now
Imaginatively unfold in my palm
And stab, and stab, and stab, and stab
Blood and cum flying onto the table

Into the night where my ego is destroyed
And the walls are down and nothing can stop me
Now the wife is dead I can be who I am
A rampaging, evil violent man



Esther Betts is an aspiring writer/poet based in Bristol, her work is interested in exploring the darker sides of people's minds.

@EElmskid


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