T R S 5h
All the skin that covered
All the skin had died
After all I tried,
Turns out truth is how I lied

Living life in envelopes
Sitting on a couch
Over and In my lover
My heart is covered in a pouch
Nimbus 18h
A fleeting thought to a fleeting dream
A passion; a craving
An addictive sting

Something dark
An elusive charming

Velvet eyes that see no scarring

They see appeal
A dripping deal

An illusion of trust
A perversion of lust

Something gray with less shame
A sensation with more pain

The death of self and scraping of grain
Vanity masks a permanent stain

Erotic soothing leads to romantic bruising

How long can i refrain
a passionate encounter foreshadowing heartbreak
Nimbus 18h
Shades of green with rising steam

She breathes

A familiar fog

I remember this heat
Does it remember me

His ink begins to bleed

Usually alone but sometimes prone
Temporarily lost in copper tones

I feel teeth sink
I feel skin rise

Green meets copper
They lock eyes

Much is said with little spoken
Green and copper mend whats broken

Melting together

The water is thick

Tension on the surface finally rips

No more restraint
They feel passion and pain

Numb lips i love the way you drip
A recent love affair
I've been thinking more about you recently.
...No, not like that. Don't get the wrong idea,


You come back into my mind like the text notifications that would light up my phone.
Only this time I can't press the block button,


It's an odd feeling, a sort of confusion that gives me anger.
But I don't want to try and figure it out,


I was vulnerable, alone, suicidal, depressed, and you knew that.
You took advantage of me with your manipulative "I love you"'s


I fell for it, I was weak, and I loved you for awhile, I truly did.
Until you made me take off my clothes and give you a show,


It was intimate, for the first couple of months I thought.
But you began seeing me more as your sexual object,


But I wanted to believe you loved me.
So I opened my skin for you to make your home in me,


Did you deserve that? At the time, I thought it was only right.
But giving you my organ home was my mistake,


The cycle continued, manipulation of sex for my dignity.
My identity was at stake, I was scared to hear you say,


Silenced by threats that would expose me more than the skin I showed you.
So I, weak and stupid, fed into your fantasies


Emotional turmoils arose if I didn't give you what you wanted.
And I, depressed and scared of being alone, endured the hurtful words,


I had let your words define my worth.
I was nothing more but just someone who deserves this hurt,


There's a reason I stayed, but I feel like it was more rather for me than you.
I feel like some days I wanted this pain, or that I deserved it,


My trust was tattooed on your hand, my heart tattooed on your foot.
Never realizing the damages you left in me,


As you began to rattle my rib cage to wake me,
Asking me for more, and more, until I bled out my soul,


Forceful grabbing, soulless insults, groaning and yelling,
Then you'll leave, high and dry, for hours until you were ready to start,


My body shakes, my mind in disarray, buzzed like bees in a can.
I wept as I had to bandage myself,


You broke me as easily as a porcelain doll.
And I laid there, numb, as you kept moving your hips faster,


My body turned cold, as my heart packed its bags to leave.
I neglected myself, all for you, but you just wanted to keep going


You probably didn't care that I said I couldn't feel a thing.
You covered my mouth, ripped off my clothes, and forced yourself through,


Stating that I'll feel you inside, I'll feel our love in my chest.
But I cried and all I could feel was the yearning to slit my neck,


I had many breaking points, but none the worst as the last.
I was ready to give my tired body to the Reaper's arms,


And so I did, I left without a care of whatever you were going to do.
No matter how many threats and insults you shoved into my ear once


You wanted my hollow body that echoed your voice of "Take it off for me,
And I stab myself through my stomach, slice myself in half, rip you from the grip you had around my heart, snip your gnarly fingers from my brain, and say

Getting closure of the abuser I stayed with for 8 months.
You thought I loved you when I just wanted a good fuck.
He never wanted her and he never will, she knows that now. She knew that every time he went out and didn't come back for days, weeks, or even months. She knew what he was up to. The lipstick and perfume on him clearly pointed that out.
"Lucy, this is Sarah. Sarah, this is my cousin." Drew gave Lucy the look as if saying 'you say anything, I'll hurt you'.
"Hi, Lucy." Sarah smiled.
"Hello." Lucy gave a fake smile. Lucy didn't smile a real smile around him. She barely smiled at all.
"Sarah and I will be upstairs. DON'T disturb us. If you know what I mean." Drew pulled Sarah upstairs. Lucy felt disgusted hearing the moaning, screaming, grunting, growling. It made her feel uncomfortable.
"Is this what the world has come to? Screwing just for a good time with someone else just downstairs?" Lucy mumbled to herself, tears forming in her cocoa brown eyes. "I hate my life. I wish I could just drop dead."

part 5 of the Sticks and Stones series. I hope you love it and be to comment what you think.
I'm still angry
I shouldn't be but belated feelings bemuse me
And now alliteration alters my speech
Like an infection I've held intact that intimacy
But angry still

Love tainted me
Trust tortured me
Like a dogs bone you toyed with my talent
Took it for granted and spit it out in dirt
So take it back
Because these hands will


Never make you come again for i have come to a conclusion
Fuck your trust
And fuck your dishonesty
Sex saturated saturdays cease to supliment me
So too do the sudden situations of unneeded:


So now I stare
Stare at the hands that started the solace
And wonder if they'll ever be clean
Forse può aiutare.
T R S 1d
I would rather not have frowned at the frau
She was my friend
Slatternly, frowzy, bedgraddled gal
I always wondered how and why she liked me
Like a boy who could be psyched out by bosoms.
I wasn't
I felt it peasant like.
Like a tike feeling in the dirt for flukes and rakes
Rake, she said she thought what I was.
Which would mean I could make her heart buzz
and would mean we could be one another.
Another life left to lonesome fevers in panting fogs.
I matter, so does she.
Dark matter.
Slathered in holes, stolen goals.
God we were the same.
It's a shame we were the same.
Jessica 2d
Dumb boys and naive girls,
That’s all we are when you’re young,
Easy to shape, willing to learn,
The taste of them on your tongue.
It isn’t love, not just yet,
But we will claim it is till it dies,
Biting lips, curious hands,
Deceiving the world with our lies.
Here to impress, that’s all it is,
For love or to feel mature,
But when its done, all we have,
Is that feeling of being impure.
We will live, and we will learn,
We’ll walk of into the night,
But sick to our stomachs, and very alone,
I guess what mom told us was right.
To me its about sex and losing your virginity to someone who let you down, but Id love to know how you guys read it!
zebra 2d
she likes to dance in cemeteries naked
warring little but jeweled ankle bracelets
toe rings
bingles, bangles, bells, piercings,
through her nipples and nose

her tongue split
each side wiggling independently

she gives head on a head stone
her blow jobs
like two undulating mouths
her skin inked with
black and blood tattoos that say
Satan's little whore bitch
double penetrations preferred porfavor
the more buttery big cocks and pastry puffy pussies the better

all purple hair tinged red
and antler horned hat
with silver toe and finger nails
a crazy saint sane
adored by the popes of the lascivious
eyes wide open over a crimson mouth sneer
cherry pout lips
gods gift to dicks and vaginas
a temple of relief exalting
a fuck it bucket list of lust
her heart
cotton candy in flames
orgies like a river of smashed potatoes
in cream

she like
phases of a corpse moon
begs to be used after death
like pigment on canvas
smeared red globes and chiaroscuro
she playing dead
living it up

do you know her
she keeps her secret hidden
on her sleeve
while you keep yours
from yourself

bless me father for I have sinned
and loved every minute of it
yet dare not be happy
for fear of Gods rage

my soul saved
turned fertile earth to sand
and shrouding vistas of light
till the bed is the bed
of the living dead
so there's nothin left but work and sleep
and dreams of drunken fuck madness are buried
under the weight
marked forbidden

black sun curse
hips sway in ashes
a forbidden dance
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