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• I was their Medusa, your Athena and his Persephone. Always someone’s myth to swirl in their mouths and alter the retelling… Confusing me as only capable of a sole existence.. No layers or complexity, no duality. Their eyes half closed to the whole of me and ever only capable of capturing one side of
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• Because of what they could not or chose not to give, as it had not been given to them, whether it was time or love or praise… Because of this, I know I look for it in barren places. Places it must be scavenged for.. dug out from dark and depths and men wary
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• yes sir • he says comeor cumand my bodyrefusing to refuse himwithor withoutmy permissionwill always respond the blood& the bones
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• i am a rib cageall bonesand half finished wallsfor a once hungry heartand windows where a bit of light leaks throughbecause somehowI am still something soft and good tooI am bloodand breathand a kind of loveand even painwelcomed or unexpectedunderstanding more than anythingthat a life without it would not be livingbut I am not
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My back is pressed against the bed.. Curved into the mattress and the rails. One warm and soft and the other cold yet not unpleasant. My face turned upward as my trembling knees settle into the plush of the carpet. He has explained, so matter of factly, that very soon he intends to make me
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they wantperfectionand IwellI am chaosmessyflaweduntamedwith scars they can seeand far too manythey won’tand some daysI love this about mebut whenI am leftto walk alonetoo free to be heldtoo wild to be shelvedwhich is mostly alwaysit’s those daysthatI don’t the blood& the bones
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I saw only weeds but you saw a wildflower… And I suppose that is the difference between someone who wants to pick you and another that wants to keep it wild.. the blood & the bones
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We don’t fuck .. .. or make love Instead, he consumes me. Pulling me in as if I am the last of all things.. Each time devouring completely.. .. as though sliding into me is the long awaited nourishment through barren winters in the gaps of my presence. Sustaining his existence each time we collide
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You don’t even know my name… And yet I have imagined you in so many ways. I should feel ashamed I think. But I do not. I know so very little about you yet when I think of you I find myself pulled into the longing… legs falling open and fingers searching.. finding pining pools
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• hades • the path between our worldsa road fromhere to hellit stretches a million milesmaybe twobut I wanted thisto cave to itto dance beneath longing’s mooncoveted in darknessfor one night be your Persephoneyour museeven when I knewI would not escape you the blood& the bones
The Blood & The Bones 