B is not always for Ballz

by Onu Oremun

My dear Benevolent Beloved,

By want, I will begin with a brilliant blue bruise that bares the brand. Then, a blatant blow to bind your body beyond breach.

Bewitched, you will blindly better my baleful beast. ‘Oh, a mere blemish.’ ‘Only a bit of banter.’  The buckled bridle befits you well. Baited.

But before you know it, your boisterous being will become bashful as I will belittle, bend, burn, beat, betray, break, benumb, and bury you.

And no, my beloved, you cannot block my brutality.  For inside, the bomb will boil and build and burst into a blast of blasphemy: BULLY, BITCH, BASTARD, BARBARIAN, BEEZELBUB.

The battered do fall badly backward.

Believe me you cannot break the bond before the bar.  By birth, I am a byproduct.  If you can be born again from blight, I beseech you. But, once you have met the Barbed Breed, a part of you will die.

Sincerely,

B –