Words (Feb 24, 2011)

Break me in half, for I am already torn. Cut me into pieces, for I am already dead. Floating on the rivers of your imaginary dreaming, passions. Free me of my desire to love, and be loved. For this pain, this aching thorn in my chest, is suffocating my will to grow. Throw me around, like a dirty ball found on the corner block covered in oil from the junkyard cars down the street. Bury me in the sand, on the soil, concealed in fake grass like that mask you wear. Torture me with that smile. I try, and I trust that I will. Burning in the bluest of skies. Flying through the ocean green. Like I am no longer here. But I am still standing, tasting the cum you left for me to savor. Bent over like a rag animal. Fucking till I bleed.  Growling noises in my head. My ears ready to pop like the cherry I once had. Virtue gone, left in dark hotel rooms. I don’t remember what I did. I vaguely recognize his face. Tender kisses around my neck. Scratches through my back. Fingers in my anus. Stretching that yearning. Pounding against the wall, pushing the air mattress across. Fuck me like you love me. Unreal craving for my sex. Shooting bullets through the petals of my imaginary black rose. Slaughter me with your words.