Please don’t Purge.
My heart if full and ripe.
To be plucked and swallowed
whole like a Forbidden Fruit of Eden
That knows better and is begging you not to
While giving you the eyes of woebegone lust.
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Prize.
Startled in the darkness, I caught site of a beauty
I never thought to see. I held it in my heart
like a private memory,
of a childhood promise I never had.
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Her body was a nanny and her soul was a baby in need of shaking
Antyhing to make the screaming stop
You left a junkie on the floor a few nights ago
like old clothes, threaded with track marks
Sewn by needle for a fix.
Crumpled body like tissue in a waste basket.
Not with grace or rage;
complete apathy.
Lying catatonic, I think she prefers it that way.
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Feargasm
I like to be terrified, it's a passion of mine
It makes me feel so young
Struck still by utter fear
Desperately wanting something you to grab me in the night.
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