20.7.08

Dirty You

In little steps of a waddling duck
she treads the thorns
on you

a rose bud
plucked
torn apart

she walks in the wilderness
of an unknown path

and you tie her
and your breath stinks
she scuffles
and screams

gag her
and pat her to sleep
the little one
she purrs


stroke her
oh no
she hates you
you lust her

pluck her petals
and she sobs
in bouts of waterfall

the flow of a river
maimed
she hides in shadows
in petty disdain

in full bloomed spring
she lies bereft
touch her
she shrivels
in knots of pain

blood bonds
remain, now
fully messed

as she climbs the waterfall
of death

and a year
after years
still hallucinates
she, tears
her fully clothed stature
under the water that
bestowed upon her the shower

in naked spasms
of blind thought
she blames herself
for your want

and cursed you shall lie
and childless
till she disappears
in your ugliness

Shred her
with kisses of perverted joy
and she stares at you
as she bores into your conscience

and burns you down
she touches you back
and plucks you out
of the inhuman stack

she dusts you off
again
and again

she spills you in the muck
and drinks raindrops
to satiate hate

but open her up
she lay tight
suffocate her in grips
and she drowns

again on the cliff
she finds
coursing through solitude
a jump, withheld
now done

in gasping heights
she rises
and there she touches perdition
and in flames
her feathers lay
broken and disheveled

play, repeat
reap
sin
touch skin

and bubbles engulf you
and strangle
those thoughts
that the dirty pawns of your mind played

Child Abuse, should have a severe punishment.

Dedicated to all those who feel the same.

3 comments:

CRD said...

quite graphic...would make anyone uncomfortable and hate the act

pavan madhini said...

Intense.Purposeful.

Anonymous said...

Read it thrice.
Hated it. Loved it.