You still have not released me
Though it was many years ago
Lips swollen from kissing
Stuttered as hate began to grow
Rusted hands pried open
Salty twilight spotted cracks
And yet you still flicker warmly
Above my chipping eyelid’s clotted wax
A bump from a gentle stranger
Sends me spinning from the train
But those that beat me hollow
I filter through my veins
My hands scream for passion
My heart for pulpy gore
My legs tire from tensing
But my mind still wants more
It would prefer so mightily
I danced overgrown with spines
Pursuing eyes of Persian blue
Golden hair, unleashed jungle vines
It would rather have me wounded
Bashed in until I bled
Over and over again, no truce
My mind, it wants me dead
--Lily