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Your arrogance stripped me bare, Leaving me vulnerable, Open and exposed. Such easy prey. Was it fun for you? Breaking down my wall, Taking a peek inside, The bleak harsh reality of me. Was it a shock for you? Seeing me raw, Real, Neglected and scared. Was it too much for you? The perceived idea of me, Built brick by brick, Each one punctuating the demands of others. Should I have lied to you? Painting pretty pictures, Sm...

"It's over? Isn't it?" I dropped my head and looked to the cold floor. "I can't believe how long it took me to believe it. I mean, I knew when it happened, but it didn't sink in until now." There was no response. "I won't hurt myself. I won't blame myself. I will carry on. I just wonder how many times I'll look back along the way." "As many times as you need to." The tightness in my chest intensified. My breathing was sha...

Throbbing Sockets

Post-surgery agony - such a simple yet hideous thing

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Throb, throb, throb,With the weight of liquid lead oceansThumping against theLeague-thick wallsOf iron and stone whereCaverns of viscous bloodSeeps and pumps intoEmpty sockets of spikey stitchingAnd all I know isPain,Pain,PainAnd the sweltering molten hot ice ofAgonising ache.Throb, throb, throb,With the weight of the planetsIn...

Laying on my back, soft breathy girl's cries fading into the silence that had screamed your name earlier. The branches blown against the window,beat as my heart slows its rapid cadence. My fingers still fragrant from touching;while you rode the reverberance through the hallows of my mind. Quivering muscles juxtapose the calm in my mind. The darkness soothes my purposeful blindness. Where you lay in my mind is naught but s...

The Currency of Love

I shirked a few duties and wrote a poem instead.

If not so shadowed with the desire to become your perfect carnal love story, I might've enjoyed those secret autumn words for what they were: A dream in blankets, a bright fire to kindle the heart, a new distraction, and nothing more But the weight and hot pressed feel of your words and images Caused a deliciously painful wantAs I wrapped a dainty hand around your throatMy heart exploded into pieces for someone else to sw...