tell tales of black

blood’s friction heats my eyes
locked on your central throbbing
all but flesh, avails none
but my pleasure of its forsaking

i waste you bitch

raggedy doll, strewn dirty aside
crimson stained wretched sheets
boards and cunts nailed cold
tied with tender love

wake up for wet

toes will curl and moans will echo
with want or spite, pleasure or pain
scream my name and rip my skin
with more or less, all or none

you sleep and choose

scarring blackness sheets memory
soon to have with release
good girls tell tales asleep
bad girls tell tales to death

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