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Saturday, October 13, 2012

lost



she waits
for the appointed time
which curls 
around her intestines 
like a beautiful noose.
the footsteps
are always quiet
and paced.
one...
two...
three...
they inch 
towards her chamber 
of pink
with confidence 
and 
apathetic lust.
her disdain is disillusioned
by the sheer fact
that the warmth
is genuine love.
so she stays quiet
while vile deeds
penetrate and punish
tender emotions...
turning them
into razor fanged
memories
that long to feed
upon the fleshly sameness
that gave her life.
confusion erupts
as scintillating sensuality
pours 
from once upon a child
and a woman emerges
dressed
in the funeral regalia
of times gone black.
satanic thrusts
engorge her kitten
with seeds 
of bitterness
which will someday
feed her revenge.
but yet
cuddly caresses
ensure 
that this is normal.
creeeeeak...
the chamber is sealed
until the sordid thirst
rises once more.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

sign language



her days 
and nights
meld 
into one another
creating the monster
she refuses to see.
apathetic cries
sleep
just beneath the surface
and writhe
with fervor
as they try to escape
the ineptitude 
of those who have eyes
but yet 
no eyes.
soft flesh
tattered and torn
to please the insatiable 
lust
that lurks 
whenever she walks
among the living.
white coat
induced slumber
while the reality
present in dreams
overtakes and stumbles.
the cold hands,
slithering 
into the forefront
and shattering
her screams to be whole.
verbal barrage
smothering the intent
that was once
innocence...
now lost in the fire
to be consumed
with any shred
of moral or mental
decency.
she weeps
and 
weeps.
praying 
for her moment
of deliverance
that never
comes.

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