My ambitions made me devour you.
Blinded by pleasure, just to seek sweet relief from you.
You're the devil in this seduction.
You're devotion wrapped in silk.
You're not Eve, not Adam,
but the hiss beneath the tree
that I willingly bit.

How can I forget your scent?
It lingers like fog after a shower spent.
Will you take me to paradise,
or burn with me in the fiery pits?
Every time you're near, the tides in me arise.
Your touch feels like damnation.
Every time I feel you, I'm further away from salvation.

Blood has never tasted this good,
tears have never made me look so good.
Will you look at me as you sing my name?
Do you even hear me pleading as I try to be sane?
Are you the chaos who will unravel what's underneath?
Tell me all your secrets while I am beneath.

You taste like blasphemy,
taking away all the holiness in me.
Your hands continue to taint me.
The way you move has been taunting me.
Being with you feels sacrilegious.
Devotion has never felt this good when I'm not even religious.


- N.V. 🥀

I recall a time far back,
When my young mind lacked love,
Wishing my body to be clawed like a cat attacking a dove
So I bore youthful arms to my cat,
Clean arms at that,
Wanting her to give me what I deserve,
I gently prodded at her stomach in an attempt to annoy her
I was only a child and she was only a cat,
She rolled over and invited me to pet her,
I gave in and rubbed her downy gray fur
Then I got what I deserved most at that time,
Love, laced in her purr
The only one whom shown it was her
My cat

"Blood's thicker than water", they say.
But, it looks bad when it oozes.
They say, "Water is life."
But, you can drown in it.

Make her your *****.
She'll grow dependent.
Feed her nutrients.
She'll be resplendent.

Membranes seal her in.
What a perfect fit!
My diagnosis:
Willing to submit.

People call me a pixie
they say I'm mischievous,
I'm actually evil
but also quite devious

By the Blaze
The Reticent Writer/
Gina Fornataro Mosher
©️2022

When all has ended.
When all has gone.
Burn that *****!

You know the one.

Her evil exposed.
Her evil undone.
All memory faded.
By the blaze is the rub.

Her smoke for the three.
Her ash for them see?
Their trauma is smudge.
By the blaze is the rub.

From the one that was used.
From the youngest, are you.
The one unprotected.
The one you have bruised.

A faction of vipers.
Of sickness, insane.
You would not imagine the evil they lay.
Through smiles and grooming their base reflects through.

The youngest now older
Will say this for you.

Goodbye to the den.
Goodbye to its mirrors.
Goodbye says the youngest.
Goodbye to its air.

As the fire is started.
In more than the thing.
Her spirit unchained,
the trauma now clean.

No more says the youngest.
No more is her name.
No chaff in her spirit is left for this thing.

By the blaze is the rub.
The rub is now clean.













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