Shrugged

Scatterbrained, if you do not write, you shall die;
Such, the inevitable Cronos lied.
Buried and dug, rolled in the cozy rug,
It bothered, it shrugged,
On a lonely night, mugged,
Just short of rape, for the illuminated shade forbade.
The Perpetrator hideous, stale and impotent.
Torn, bruised and cut,
She woke up with the thrust.
Silly smiles pasted on swollen lips,
Gathered seeds with finger tips.
No matter how, no matter what,
Her belly's skinny, her womb shut.
Licked her mouth, found her feet,
Cartwheeled on the deserted street.
Black as coal, glimmering shield,
Her gaze congealed.

Torn, bruised and cut,
She woke up with a fresh new mighty thrust.
The form was heavy, the lights were out,
The breaths were muddy, the taste was stout.
And when it was just about, the lights were back,
The seeds were scattered, wasted in frozen haste.
Doleful smile pasted on swollen lips,
Frantically gathered the seeds with finger tips.
Spread her thighs, stuffed her insides,
Held her knees to her chest.
Black as coal, glimmering shield,
Her gaze congealed, on the starry field.