Dead meat on a cold slab

She has the most amazing mind
And when she enters a room
All eyes fall on her voluptuous, curvaceous body
Lithe with an ever so undetectable skip of a 5year old.
At night she stares at her phone
Waiting to be remembered
To be soothed to sleep with I love you's and whatnots...
And she hears the noise of plastic being torn instead.
Disinterest, clear as day
In the dead of the night.
She's so used to these cycles
Of being wanted physically
But being rejected psychologically.
All of them wanting a fuck
But being very through at not being fucked.
Still hoping
To be seen
She lives.
Alone in bed, other times
She knows she's just dead meat on a cold slab
Impossible to be loved
As a woman
Ideal for consumption otherwise.
She dreams of death.

End of an Affair.....

it was the end
she knew the minute
he walked out the door
the long battle fought was
finally
over,
she had lost!
time now for her
to put the dress back on
touch on her makeup 
step in to the world
with a new mask
later
she will need to wash the sheets
to bleed 
their sweat out
the tastes
the brief lightning memories
redefine ins and outs
but for now
she needed it etched on her skin
he will not return
for the burial
of her broken heart
after the end
of an affair.

Bleed-ing

It is been just one day since you've been gone

You kept me so tightly tied-up

I did not feel the emptiness in my depths

.

I feel 

Feelings gushing in precipitously

Confusing

Consuming 

.

I did not feel me bleed on the floor

All the emptiness

Boundless

With you missing

With a part

Of me

.   

Rain.

It's a little wet

and

a little cold

out side my window

the gray skies,

painting streaks of green

on wet leaves

Zeus on a rampage.

It's a little wet,

and

a little cold

and 

I am

a little alone

it's been a while

rain outside

and

in.

I use to.

I use to feel that way about you.

A while back.

I use to.

Feel

like human.

a while back.

I use to

feel

love,

pain,

,

,

,

.....................................,

i use to feel.

now

my eyes are shut.

the fire extinguished.

only empty space remains.

i feel not

that way about you

anymore

my.

love.

Picture of ME!

Excuse me,

I’m sorry, but I would have to stop you there!

I was willing to hand you information on my entire life history,

But NO

I will not hand you a picture of me!

For you to choose

To commit for the entirety of your life.

How can you decide

Just by taking a look

At

But a moment of

Frozen History

Just enough light

Exposure

A lot of make-up

AND

A fake smile!

NO sir, 

I am not a hotel room

You spend your vacation in!

And yes, you may certainly leave 

if you like to!

Please close the door behind you, as you leave.

I Medusa.

some people are scarred

beyond the point of starting new

the point of loving someone

EVER again

some people are scarred

from their childhood

from their actions & choices

from the people they love

people they hate

ALL people are scarred

I  know you can not love me.
No one can.
That I know by now.

Not because of your scars,
but because of mine.

So, just tell the truth,
when I ask your heart.

Simply tell me that you feel like spewing,
when you see my scales,
the snakes of anger hanging around me.
Tell me you despise me
for being deflowered.


Tell me, with honesty you'd rather
be stoned
than love me!

I'm not a fool!
I know, scars are scars, after all;
they are just marks.
Left alone, scars don't hurt.