Electra-girl gyrates desperately.

Daddy is away on business.

The house practically empty,

Desolate winds rattle windows,

Stomach twists with craving.

 

Electra-girl squeals,

“Kill Mommy! Get her out of the picture.”

Little Miss teacup wants everything just right,

When daddy gets home.                                                                         

Electra-girl vomits hairball,

 

shaves thighs belly armpits,

Plucks neck chin nostrils,

Applies lipstick moderately,

Puckers (finger pushes hemorrhoid in).

She denies everything.

 

Imagines he is showering,

She enters nude giggling big grin,

Gaze scampering between his face and genitals,

Her approaching young body edging nearer.

He hesitates standing under waterspout,

 

Waiting to see what she will do,

Fearing his own desire,

Knowing it is wrong so wrong.

After what seems a long time,

Mom steps in,

 

Eyes firing rage and sanction.

She asks her daughter, “You think you’ll win?”

Electra-girl answers without hesitation,

“Why wouldn’t I.”

No question.

 

Your shit stains on carpet,

Your pee stains on everything,

Your breath smells,

Odor of rotting flowers.

Smile for the camera.

 

Electra-girl raises arms and taunts,

 “I win! I win!

Who’s going to be my next daddy?”

A deep heavy silence follows.

She holds herself in mirrors of her past.

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