It is a murky unsympathetic night; the air is dense but so brittle. The city’s lights are glaring while the buildings are pellucid. The clubs are radiating with pandemonium most can’t seem to ignore. It’s a Friday night, a chaotic age restricted night. Both predators and prey invade the avenue. Walking through is Jane Doe. Tall slim and slightly inebriated. Attached to her skin are stitched together materials snug, satisfying but fleeting. As she prowls, the materials bind and elevate revealing her dermis. Beyond the noise, she hears phrases towards her, rotating her abdomen as she becomes livid but intimidated. Jane accelerates but the stilettos restrict. As she walks faster so does the brute, until finally their paths collide. Jane meets his cold malicious iris. Before altering directions, his callous filled hands swiftly but suddenly snatched her confidence and depth. Her figure jolts as he infiltrates her physique. Others observed nonchalantly and attentively whispering “she has received the appropriate consequences” based on the apparel draped over her figure.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 7:46 PM UTC
I’ve fallen in love with
Your cuts, Your Wounds
When you Lock your jaws
Clench your fist
Veins protruding through your temple
Bones broke from, the damage
Heart torn into fragments
I love you broken,
Shattered from your family
Ashamed from past relationships
Yet you’re still standing
In front of me
Making my heart race
my body drips
broken to others but
the missing piece I’ve been missing
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 1:19 AM UTC
Age Ten
Door Opens
Familiar face
Never seen anatomy
Forced inside me
Tearing open my
Mind, Body, and soul
Tears and confusion leak
Age Eighteen
Men come and go
Familiar and non-familiar faces
Anatomy quite familiar
*********** seems mandatory
Mind, body, and soul an
Unhealed wound
Susceptible
potent
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 10:46 PM UTC