Lolita, or the death of Nabokov

Nubile young flesh splashed onto a photograph as he stood mouth agapeHips too young to be looked at but eyes knowing something of fearHe is a briefcase in hand a case of yet another broken-hearted boy justified in his maggot desiresForbidden flesh presented to a retching butcher he still has blood on his penis and death of the last young woman scratches on his armsSpear in hand he waits his turn in a room upstairs reeking of gold shoe polish and money cologneAn all too convenient car crash emptied the house of protective mechanism every wall can fall prey they are pastel colored even the sink is a virginThat morning when doves fly off to never come back the swan the wolf the man invades the maiden’s chamberHe first ties up the lone teddy bear paralyzed by fear spread eagled on the bed and cuts a hole in his furry privates and rams awayThe pink humidifier sweats and begs him to stop tears condensed onto every surface his face the window the teddy bear oh the teddy bearAnd right before he breaks he stops and stands up to survey where she may beThe sole object of his midnight nightmares he ached to death for crying in black nightsHer blood to accompany his ascension to heaven little death BIG DEATH teeth flashed as he thinks he smells somethingThe floorboards creakedShe appeared behind him thick black locks flowing down spilling onto the floor hissing no pupils to be seen in her eyesStone became a rapid disease fatal arrow pointed infection toenails spleen tip of tongue right ear he screams as the teddy bear suddenly grew bigger and biggerAnd biggerThe last thing he hears was the pleasurable moaning of the nubile young flesh the last thing he saw was her wet lips covered with her virginal blood served like a spoon from her fingertips as she orgasms Painting by René Magritte, "Young Girl Eating a Bird", 1927