An ethereal kiss ( Read more... )

It has occurred to me that reality is drastically different than fantasy,
for my fantasies dwell on realistic dreams,
dreams of a tender touch by a beautiful woman,
a woman with cravings,
craving my shaking body,
yearning to rub my sweaty palms,
wishing to be loved by my horrid heart,
but as this fantasy blossoms into a reality,
my reaction differs from my ( Read more... )

Blurring away, through this dusty wind ( Read more... )

The lips of another seem so tantalizing,
tasting a foreign tongue,
feeling an unknown pore,
against mine (equally unfamiliar,)
yet my cravings for such a venture aren't easily fulfilled.
His lips create numbness,
a too familiar emptiness,
causing me to wish,
wish for delicate skin,
with blushing cheeks,
and a sugary tongue. 
To fool myself into liking his ( Read more... )

The rawest of the raw.
Tender yet agonizing.
These words I utter,
utter shit, 
deserving to melt in warm feces.
But this is who I am,
how I express,
positions and opinions self obsessed,
narcissistically unsatisfied.
My own world,
this small universe of mediocrity,
thriving (barely) in a soulless file,
glitching and freezing,
as competently as I do.
Novels and ( Read more... )

Red brushed on the tips,
tips of your thumbs and what follows next,
illustrious and bright.
Catching my eye, 
noting every detail deep within my brain,
sewed into my corneas,
scratched onto my calloused heart. 
Thawing without want,
relieved from my numbness,
uncontrolled inflammations,
creating illness,
visceral pains present like dying vermin. 
Too late,
we ( Read more... )

These bouts are endless.
Your unnerving spirit, 
eternal in my life.
Beaten, bruised, and crawling.
It feels like round twenty-four,
the objectified woman (girl) holding the numbered sign.
I’m just too tired, too worn down to lift my body.
I could, but why?
Why endure another beating?
Why wait for you to wake up and pound me,
pound me with your knuckles,
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The howls of a dying cat,
masked by dirt and swarming dust.
The night; callous and lonesome.
Her stomach swelling, empty and full of sick.
She drags her paws through the rough cement.
Uncaring eyes lie on her piteous body.
Fur rustled up, flakes leaving un-followed trails.
Pulling through the aches, 
burning infections profoundly distracting her from ( Read more... )

I left my house. It was nice outside. Real nice. The sun’s heat scorching me. No one wanted to see me this weekend. I like my dog, but I didn’t want to walk him. I had no other excuse to leave, to get out of there. I feel like I’m 12. Nothing’s changed, I’m a junior high school girl in a young adults body, bummer.

This isn’t a park. I’m too lazy to ( Read more... )

I’m all broken,
pieces to pieces,
burning, skin inflamed,
organs engorged,
pains, screaming yet voiceless,
subconscious demon lighting these,
these matches across my body,
making me hot,
hotter than a blushing baby.
Wanting, craving to smell blood on skin,
blood of another,
of the hated,
causing them the pain,
the pain they inflicted on me,
superficiality is all ( Read more... )