Beating Heart
It reeked of death The stench of quietus With mangled breath In a naked room
A Mother’s Love
With the blackest of moss I cover you like sheathing To shelter you from the rays That burn you with scars
Unleavened Bread
Like unleavened bread He masturbated to the call of her cum on his fingers Folded and molded it Into sculpted concrete
With Soft Breath
Lover my dear May I devour you Without foreplay or warning With the gladsome and enjoyment Of a thousand orgasms
Golden Violin
He made a song about me Sang to me like therapy Enthralled by his golden violin He pledged his devotion In pieces of poetry
Godspeed
I released him today The trials and tribulations that engulfed me once upon an autumnal gaze
Inner Strength
It occurred to her Moments into her resolve During the eve of her awakening That battles were made of breakable stone
Woes & Waterfalls
Then, like the coward he was Disbanded the apex of my cranium Succumbed me to the untimely pendulum Of his clenched fists
