Cat Fight

Entering the room, glancing around
there, across the room
the darling of the upper class
a witch without her broom.

I circled the crowd, cautiously
staying out of view
once I was near enough
she turned as if on cue.

My nails slashed out, gouging eyes
the first of fear appeared
my attack was so maniacal
the crowd around us cleared.

Ripping dress, gouging breast
soon she screamed in pain
no one offered a hand to help
thinking me insane.

Adrenilin waned, my body drained
I left her on the floor
her friends all glared as I declared
"fuck the slutty whore."

Out in the hall my Molly stood
her face awash in guilt
the affair they had behind my back
destroying all we built.

Molly screamed "please take me back"
as I hastened down the hall
but in my life, the order of things
I don't forgive at all.

Now that Molly and I are over
and I survey my plight
my mind is filled with memories of
How much I loved to fight.

Molly was alway good to me
she gave me many pleasures
but biting the nipple off that bitch
an orgasm I will treasure.

author, little miss blair
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