Truth hinted at
there’s a ghost in the machine
that’s me
she’s climbing out of her past, survived the worst
they hold up mirrors and shout
let it out, let it out
the she who is me
spread eagle, violate
who will she need to please to be free?
I watch her as I would a
lover who coming close is further apart
the darkness of hurt
a chocolate center to emptiness
her breasts are hard and warm like
lost thoughts in my hair
we weave a strangeness over one another
her fingers inside me and then
words perfumed in the air
promises were said and broken
the bed lays untouched and I would wish I’d been
so lucky
bruises act like kisses and kisses are too deep
your tongue goads my sleep
when I said no you took and ate
your fill, then with moonlight cutting
curtains blind in silver
I see the outline of sin and pleasure
how pain is curled in little leisure
the first strike, sharp lines, leather belt
hands around my neck and down my throat
marks left on marks, growing roses in darkness
you make a hand print of the child lost
blood in water, sheets and cries
who will clean the absolution and who will
witness the last time?
I gave you what I could, it wasn’t
full it wasn’t even good
that was all there was
empty roads, night time rain, ebony on asphalt
lay me down on thorns
paint me a picture of torment
here’s my proffer, my scorn
for not being able to keep a secret
pluck a pin, suck it in, there it sprouts
savage love, ruins the innocent
pain comes in snatches like dreaming
you relish the way I collapse after you’ve taken
this last suspense, rinse out, leave her ready
for the next punch, a wound so loud
her breath has vocals
I’ve been gone a long time now
only the sound of the past plays
on repeat
gentle and low
as violence ebbs her sharp tongue
licking the wounded with happy sorrow
She sat
TheFeatheredSleep 