He,
standing on my doorstep,
it is only
He who i open the door for.
He steps in, standing
n o n c h a l a n t.
i offer,
offer to Him scalding tea
with poisoned biscuits.
His fingers taper
tapering to claws,
claws that run along my collar
collarbones
undoing my collar,
undoing my buttons down,
d
o
w
n
and o! He unclasps the fishing hooks
where He wounded me so long ago,
the once open gashes now
scars! scars! keloids and scars!
fear, fearing, i feared,
i knew He would be disgusted,
my impure skin, with bUmPs
and so many im pur ities,
no longer am i blank,
blank slate,
extra ****** olive oil to sear with.
and still, He ravages my flesh,
the flesh with purpose
purpose to summon Her,
life.
He rips my insides, allowing
wilting, withering away,
losing first blood was so long ago.
the last i bled a month ago,
yet i need not fear fertility.
He is welcome,
He is here!
He uses me,
eats me,
inside me,
becomes one with me,
and then
He leaves.
His next visit i await.
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 12:25 AM UTC
He,
standing on my doorstep,
it is only
He who i open the door for.
He steps in, standing
n o n c h a l a n t.
i offer,
offer to Him scalding tea
with poisoned biscuits.
His fingers taper
tapering to claws,
claws that run along my collar
collarbones
undoing my collar,
undoing my buttons down,
d
o
w
n
and o! He unclasps the fishing hooks
where He wounded me so long ago,
the once open gashes now
scars! scars! keloids and scars!
fear, fearing, i feared,
i knew He would be disgusted,
my impure skin, with bUmPs
and so many im pur ities,
no longer am i blank,
blank slate,
extra ****** olive oil to sear with.
and still, He ravages my flesh,
the flesh with purpose
purpose to summon Her,
life.
He rips my insides, allowing
wilting, withering away,
losing first blood was so long ago.
the last i bled a month ago,
yet i need not fear fertility.
He is welcome,
He is here!
He uses me,
eats me,
inside me,
becomes one with me,
and then
He leaves.
His next visit i await.
age 15
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