Under the umbrella of my insecurity I am shielded from my deed Drenched in righteous purity I watch as you bleed I did not mean to do it But I relished in the slitting of your throat I thought of you violating my slit And killed you the same way they kill a goat…
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Read moreOUR SECRETS
The question caught me off guard. I turned away from Nathaniel to hide the shame in my eyes. He quickly sensed
the change in my demeanor and rephrased his question.
“I mean, we don’t have to talk
about it but I just wanted to know the first time you were with another guy.”
ETERNAL PURGATORY
I am a mild tidal wave in a tsunami of unrealised potential
My hopes and dreams are shipwrecked on the beach of opportunities
The verb in me is sea sick yet there is no motion
EBB & FLOW
At the peak of your pleasure, is my climax The ebb and flow of my body going lax Laced with sin and delight Fuck yeah, that’s right Our fingers intertwine I had too much wine I’m not sober It’s not over I want you Now Right now With your desire And my tongue twirling around…
Read moreCUTTING YOUR LOSSES
It was dark, the kind of darkness that prevailed whether your eyes were open or shut. Mary shifted her knee from under her chin; her joints were screaming in pain. Her hands were tightly tied behind her back and the rope they had used felt razor sharp against her wrists.
Read moreFALL
Her body lay awkwardly, half of it laid on the carpet, the other half on the tile. Oratile was dead, strangled by him. His admiration of the weather was interrupted by the uncomfortable feeling from the hardness of his erect penis. He was almost finished with her. He mounted himself on top of her and grunted like a beast.
Read moreMY BLUE HEART
The sky looked really blue As my red blood shed for you I am sad and blue The colours of me Are in the Autumn spree My sore heart is free Changes, seasons apart Sadness in my blue, blue heart Seasons, days apart
Read morePASSION
To Laone, death came slowly and painfully just as Samuel had intended, the very way he had craved it. Samuel could not bear the thought of Laone ever getting close to or loving someone else. If he could not have him then nobody else would.
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