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:
quite graphic...would make anyone uncomfortable and hate the act
Intense.Purposeful.
Read it thrice.
Hated it. Loved it.
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