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When your awake
Against your will
It's an encomposing thing
It seems as if
It will not end
Like last orders will not ring
And then the sun comes up
And realise you've slept
Self absorption
Is the crack
Into which
You have crept.
Damocles 17h
What I want to do to you
Makes the flames blush,
Abashed as they flail in strobing leaps
As the stems of candles perspire
Like sweat dripping down your thighs
Staining and wetting the cobalt blue satin.

Dilated eyes,
Feign fear and stoking desire
Lips part, parched needing liquid
Need to feel the salty, ****
Soft flesh with a veiny ridge
Go ahead and drink, consume
Until my lion groans fill this room
I wanna feel you like a little death,
Babe if I die you better exhume,
Know your place when the makeup races down your face.
Need: the only thing your brain repeats
As your lips retreat and you're on your knees
Spreading love through the parting of cheeks
And I’m in heat, can’t resist
Need a lick of your nectar, a bite of your peach
Suckle all the elixir until it’s clean and neat

Need: the only compulsion in my soul,
Looking at you so spread and exposed
I can take no more of this temptation
*** tickling, your scent assaulting my nose
As I press forward breaking your ramparts
The walls come crashing down,
As the dam breaks and your ocean swallows whole
Until the bed quakes, the floor creaks, the pine aches
And our noises wake the ancients,
Haunting out the window,
Howling in the treetops,
We drink each other down like a shot
And I’m intoxicated by the way your body rocks.

Claw marks on my back
Looking like animal tracks
Lead it down my body til you find the crack
Push a digit in, I won’t push back
Give it all to you - break sound barriers
And watch everything disappear in the room
So **** thirsty for you, I need an ICU
Yeah I see you, the only ***** girl I want to rule
Come and break my rules
A good brat learns fast as the leather cracks
Red heat hand marks painted on your ***
White flesh turned pink to purple.

Need: the only reason you breathe
I’m a drug and you want a fix
To feed your greed.
Just shhh…. Take it slow
Let it slide, feel the glow
Open up your eyes,
Relax your mind,
It’ll be just fine
I’ll take you there
Where flames ballet to blush.
Adults only for this one please if you are under 18 I am asking you to not read this.
Like a whale moaning with an open maw
I can hear it bounce off the walls—
The slight of your meandering voice
Sounds like shrill shrieks annoying glass
Fracturing thought.

So you dress like a yenta,
You sip on your tea,
Only to spill from the pitcher
In your dealings with me.

Gather like little leeches.
Tiny little parasites,
Sharing their intellect
A hive mine scuttlebutt
But truth eludes like a saline
Filled with antibiotics that cure them
Flushing from the shores of reality
Back in their rumor mill.

Like a whale moaning with an open maw
And I have the spear.
Webster Word of the Day Challenge:
Word: Scuttlebutt
Date: 5/14/2025
Meaning: rumor, gossip
Collapse in me like a calamity
We break bones like friends break bread
Suitable to eat all the fiction we leave
Leave no crumbs upon the porcelain
Dripping from the maw,
It’s a gathered storm we twist in the rain
Cyclic sick, motion parody
Parroting in the air we see in our periphery.

An animal touch
Gnawing through the skin
Gnashing at the veins
Tapping ancient knowledge from within
Tasting the copper essence, thicker than buttermilk
Oat notes inside iron smell,
Rust color dyed under the fingernails.
This is what I meant when I said
I want to get inside you.

Collapse in me like a black hole
Supernova laser beams bouncing through the temples
Lobotomize consciousness in conscience bliss
Constant this, a battle waged with no winners
If I take it, what would you give
And if I give what would you take?
Would the odds meet even?
Would the world cease its grievance?
Coastal in the irony
Serfs off the shore.
Surfs up collected Moores
Served up in pallid doors
Serve up to pad the wallets, sure.
I’m not immune to your history,
Hang me for my skin tone and pedigree
Take my culture and use that pasta to bury me.

Infinite waters,
Drain my colors
Paint me a new face,
Bring me to Zion
Let me see my creations
Batter me in heinous
Fry me with jealousy
Greed bleeds in green envious eyes
And I doubt you realize…
I only wanted to love the best in you.

Collapse in me like a crumpled page
Wrinkled and discarded
Rage billowed in dried ink and crude letters
Words cursed from the spittle of angered throats
Vibrating viral vehemence through the echoes of a time
No longer sated in the universes we’ve depleted
In still-born births upon our rotted stage
We play alone.

Collapse in me!
This is a piece where i'm looking in and having a battle with self, about how I create and how I wish to create going forward.
Cold, this fickle breath evades me,
Consuming life with this light that shines brightly over the distance
Yet is close enough to obtain.
My digits are frozen in this stagnant air, triumphing over all.

A cadence unravels me, unerving as it rattles through me.
I’ve grown impatient for the end,
Yearning for all these infinitely finite possibilities to come swiftly.

Is this the last? Oh, it has to be.
I’m twirling down the spiral,
Words reaching out to me, sung in honey suckle,
Betraying these forbidden halls.
In my mind, I’ve severed the chords.

Shut the door!
I don’t want to hear angels while feeding demons,
Hungry to cannibalize my interest.

Subsequent, airless,
I’ve whisped higher into a void where time evades, an unseen abyss.
Breathless in this embrace,
I can’t stop the cooling of death’s kiss. Amongst yourselves, discuss ghosts in your abbey,
I’m not haunting here.
Ghosts can be emotional too
  3d Damocles
Mira
I crave the hues of your eyes
in every painted evening sky;
the brushstrokes of the setting sun
recall my flushed cheeks:
your smile to adorn—
and in every landscape I seek
the roads still cheekily lead me back
to your street.
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