Dec 21, 2009 14:48
Words cannot speak
through a sewn mouth,
tiny blood drops gather
at the corners miniscule screams
slip through the tiniest
of opening, spoken
like a virgin, blood
stained sheets
strewn on the semen
soaked mattress
that lays in the corner
of the dank basement
empty eye sockets
glow under a black
light, eerie and strange,
shadows caught between
the past and present,
solitude rains down
on me, creating an undertow
of painful currents
a molestation going
on in her mind, floating
above her body, watching,
waiting for the right moment.
Is there one?
Spine is just a string
Prosthetic legs
sealed up virgin
stench, did you
get what you wanted
my whore?
throat is raw, thighs
are burning from blood
running down, staining them
innocence lost in mere seconds
tiny hands wrapped around a teddy
a bitter end to a childhood
no daddy
please no more