Rain of Envy
Waiting up high in the old wooden rafters
Perched like an ominous owl, ready to attack
Skin dry and powder white with not one strand of hair
Long slender neck
Bowl-shaped chest and spine of crooked knobs
Ass flat and bare, legs long and emaciated
Malevolently staring down below
At the man of great muscle and hair
Chest and arms strong
Solid pectorals and biceps reaching toward the sky
Hair full and trim
Perfectly placed in just the right spots
Abdominals chiseled into six compact squares
Bubbled ass cheeks firm and tight
Swaggering walk
Boasting in the face of modesty
Ignorant of what lies above
From above comes tilt of hand and tip of vessel
Acid vessel full of hate
Swarming, surging, burning rain
Tanned skin and burly hairs smoldering
Eating into chiseled muscle
Acid streams corroding all manliness and beauty
Slight smile emerging from the ghoulish figure above
Contently staring down at the terror it rained
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