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Feb 2017
These thoughts that swirl in my mind like fire
speak nothing of the images I hold
your hands on me your deep and dark desire
blue blood in my veins that ran so cold

Your mouth on mine though I wanted it not so
strong hands of metal grip my fragile bones
not pausing once except for victory crow
drowning out my fear filled hateful tones

A wave of emptiness that drags me deeper
with each ****** of blow of hurricane wind
you rip through me a silent sullen reaper
tearing flesh from bone till I am skinned

And at my most venerable you take me
with power that you think you do deserve
my body wishing that it could be set free
this cage of life and flesh it does preserve

Each grunt and groan are trees inside me cracking
each bruise a wound of words that never heal
I don't remember which did the attacking
only what the dim light did reveal

Your eyes like ****** of evil in the nighttime
your skin rough as you tore the clothes from me
heedless of the consequences of your crime
my innocence by you was tossed to sea

Your body inside mine is like a curse
a virus I cannot hope to destroy
a nightmare that with dawn will not disperse
a tumor that drains fast all life from joy

That tsunami fear that flooded through my brain
he said to take me, make me be the victim
as dawn broke over gold hills I felt the pain
and not once did you ever contradict him

Yet the victim I refuse to only be
seen as weak and fragile by the crowd
my silence a desperate begging plea
my heart covered like death in a black shroud

A gossamer gown that once I thought did flow
now looks to be as ***** as your breath
of refusal you of course did not seem to know
as I seek escape from this hollow dance of death

So you left me on cold floor to weep alone
intent on merciless destruction of my heart
still I am mine, and mine alone to own
and naught but death can yet tear me apart

Though dawn again does rise another day
and the taste of **** is yet still fresh upon my lips
I am content to let fate lead the way
cross mountains formed of hope, and sailing vengeance ships
(rewrite because I did't like it)
Jamie
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Jamie  Pittsburgh
(Pittsburgh)   
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