It's Ready to Begin Now
Averted eyes, silky silences breaking,
licking stares biting my body as it twists, folds, shakes.
A girl crying loudly to the sounds I am making,
the harder she weeps, the sooner the next bone breaks.
Strange old memories -as your fists hit my face- I counted,
puppets, pebbles, pornography, the things we would share.
Now your body bruises mine but not in the way I wanted
and our audience will stay still until all my bones are bare.
Poetry by True Words Embellished
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Written on 2006-09-13 at 19:47
Tags Abuse  Pain
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