missmalleus

Tender hearts speak of fevered passion
As the adulterer brings on the lashes.
He burns the whore's bottom, as he swallows her whole
Savoring her pain, he makes her call out his name:

Adulterer: You are mine
Whore: *cries sheepishly into the sheets*
Adulterer: Say my name! YOU FUCKING TRAMP!
Whore: *blows off her head*

Fallen stars burst into shards
That slide down the cheeks
Of winter's deepening solice.
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I am but a pliable figure
In the midst of structure
Flailing in a torrential downpour
Kissing my soul's abrasions.
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