Interlude

inner web of me 
loosened lines have lost all hold
trot ridden prick-full conceived bastard of a poorly paid whore
tripped in the thick of word 
silver lined tongue;spun lies like lovers
twisted in your disrepair 
deep seeded yet barren fool of compromise
head held low; fallen king of nothing gained 
nothing lost... you were never even a whisper to my truth

bitten through

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Been a while since I openly crept into my lobe ....

Burnt out chastened whore

Smearing your scent

Leaving your words like soiled panties

Held down 

Clinging to the floor of wicked whim.

Callous cunt with no remorse – to never be shed

Slit and slipped beneath your skin…

You never felt me sleep.

Love is cuntish ... past reflections. Did you miss me ?

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