a small heart flutters open like the wings of a bird: delicate flashes of the desprete hope for neutrality
soft lashes on the fragile mind: each heart beat, like tiny splintered wounds
i feel agitated - cold, senstive, raw.
my chest reverbetates noise, echoing panic
rising and falling, with the tide of rapid breath: stolen breath - it drags up from the bowels
moaning futitle sounds requesting mercy, squelching out groutesque whimpers of persistent tears
the body shamefully twitches; spasms of disbelief at injustice;
irrepressable silent protests against fingers, wet and warm,
fingertips, slick and eager on tender flesh penetrating, kneeding like bare toes in sand;
palms, clammy: seizing hands invade sensitivity with the touch of a sharp knife, stabbing reality into mind: slicing dissaccosisation
he says my name and it glows. his words are soft, his words are gentle
but his hands spread the fire of agony like a chemical burn
searing his ugly truth into experiance: i am owned
slowly, the brush of thigh against thigh - panic.
hard, throbbing weapon against dry, defenseless vunerability.
meat touches meat and injects fury
an anguished cry fails to seem a sound; distant shattered frays of voice plumeting into red
hotness filling me up: conciousness concentrated into the cunt, dripping out shame like a soaking wet rag
breasts clutched with tight knuckles: ringing out joy
pounding, deeper and deeper, disenegrating sanity: the hole rips open - the mind collapses closed
black on each side, like a cage of darkness - orange rectangle of swaying sadistic enemy
violent thrusting produces anglular murder of the soul; it bleeds blue
it seeps like ink into the scene, drowning reality
silience fills the mind and crashes like waves past the eyes to blur noise; blood pounds past the ears, in a hurricane of adreniline
pelvises crunch with contamination, as poisen fills the womb
the red and orange recedes into limp limbs and tired fabic
the room is yellow - limp, curved and hazy; creaking beneath the weight of conclusion
the green flares with a sheen of victory as the blue is lost within it, an ink stain on memory
he smiles, his eyes hollow, his mouth a shining grin ofpossesion
footsteps like smoke waft and seal his fleeting presence
his long fingers, hanging, floating, slicing into the air
a switch, and blackness claims vision: form disappears,
escaping cruelly into potential, inevitable return
soft lashes on the fragile mind: each heart beat, like tiny splintered wounds
i feel agitated - cold, senstive, raw.
my chest reverbetates noise, echoing panic
rising and falling, with the tide of rapid breath: stolen breath - it drags up from the bowels
moaning futitle sounds requesting mercy, squelching out groutesque whimpers of persistent tears
the body shamefully twitches; spasms of disbelief at injustice;
irrepressable silent protests against fingers, wet and warm,
fingertips, slick and eager on tender flesh penetrating, kneeding like bare toes in sand;
palms, clammy: seizing hands invade sensitivity with the touch of a sharp knife, stabbing reality into mind: slicing dissaccosisation
he says my name and it glows. his words are soft, his words are gentle
but his hands spread the fire of agony like a chemical burn
searing his ugly truth into experiance: i am owned
slowly, the brush of thigh against thigh - panic.
hard, throbbing weapon against dry, defenseless vunerability.
meat touches meat and injects fury
an anguished cry fails to seem a sound; distant shattered frays of voice plumeting into red
hotness filling me up: conciousness concentrated into the cunt, dripping out shame like a soaking wet rag
breasts clutched with tight knuckles: ringing out joy
pounding, deeper and deeper, disenegrating sanity: the hole rips open - the mind collapses closed
black on each side, like a cage of darkness - orange rectangle of swaying sadistic enemy
violent thrusting produces anglular murder of the soul; it bleeds blue
it seeps like ink into the scene, drowning reality
silience fills the mind and crashes like waves past the eyes to blur noise; blood pounds past the ears, in a hurricane of adreniline
pelvises crunch with contamination, as poisen fills the womb
the red and orange recedes into limp limbs and tired fabic
the room is yellow - limp, curved and hazy; creaking beneath the weight of conclusion
the green flares with a sheen of victory as the blue is lost within it, an ink stain on memory
he smiles, his eyes hollow, his mouth a shining grin ofpossesion
footsteps like smoke waft and seal his fleeting presence
his long fingers, hanging, floating, slicing into the air
a switch, and blackness claims vision: form disappears,
escaping cruelly into potential, inevitable return