Constant
no one knows this pain,
constant
breaking this broken heart,
indiscriminately
in a fetal position I lie,
a perfect picture of heartbreak
weeping
drowning
waning
dying
in infinite misery,
torn apart
ripped apart
stepped on
trampled on
I am the lingering aromatic
of loves once true love
before he died inside of me
still brings about an absolute suffering;
and no matter how many times
someone says it’s going to be alright
they don’t understand the vacant hole
residing in the center of my soul
and how it refuses to mend
broken
vagrant
violent
empty
I am
Under the Influence of Sonnets
1.
I’m a defective typewriter,
skipping a lot of periods,
hitting H’s and O’s equaling HO’s
black dots peer into my soul
2.
My mouth feels extra dirty tonight
my tongue feels extra horny tonight
tonight I will regret tomorrow of
what today brought on yesterday
3.
I fear an overwhelming sensation
when my name escapes your breath
it is sadomasochist deep like deep-throating,
insulting like an intense golden shower upon you
4.
My eyes are gauged, I read your cum in brail
my fingers prick raw, blood seeps under,
in the unholiest darkness our toxins unite then
erode then fade like wounds on groping hands
Domestupidy
I can’t take it anymore,
your fightin’ words
riddle like bullets
in my head
You stroll across the room,
your bare ass thighs sit
parted on the sofa,
your lips purse
I tell you all we’re good for is
orgies and social dinners, but
I’m ignored as usual, you’re
unusual, as usual
I tell you, if you love him,
then set me free! Oh
for fucks sake, stop
fucking with me!
I need another drink, another
excuse for you to wallow in
self-pity; and this house of
domesticity has become a
house of domestupidy
I’d like to think we’re better
than this so I hand you my
cigarette and tell you to
do that thing with
your gifted clit
I hold my scotch breath; I envy
the way your pussy smokes
my cigarette, an obvious
connotation that my
dick is no match.
None
one
finger
two
fingers
three
fingers
four
and his hand slowly glides in
in soft rhythming strokes
opening her soul, a universe
his thumb
strokes
her bypass
thus accelerating her heart
from zero to sixty
her lips pucker and disperse
when he shifts his wrist
deep inside of her
she is a beautiful place
a magical place
a princess flushing blush
she is the core of her thrown
she writhes and convulses
her orgasm pulses
and pulses
and pulses
an impromptu dance
her orifice a ballroom
of roses and musk
flirting with his fist
kissing his fist
fucking his fist
and together she bonds them
as one not two
drenching those sheets
in spools of lustfilled tears raging through
four
fingers
three
fingers
two
fingers
one
none
DIVA of DARKNESS 