Images reside in my
Subconscious
Mindset of dark things
And pain.
Sweet things whispered through
Screams and rope.
Scars and goose flesh distracted with
Sighs of ecstasy.
Deafening silence erodes whatever is left of
Everything I used to be.
The innocence, virginity of emotion,
Is taken
When no one is watching. It stands unguarded
By....... Flame.