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Rohypnol

My blurred mind,
Swirling and reeling,
From your drink, 
Will try to say this is a dream.

A knife’s bite,
Hard and cruel,
Carving into me creeks of crimson
Their tributaries stain my skin
Soft and white
As new fallen snow,
And seep into your wrinkled ivory sheets.

Your insatiable desire for me
Intensifies with every slash mark.
The ropes that burn my wrists
Bind me with fear and twine.


The canvas of my skin
Stroked with streaks of red
Spotted with a bruised purple
Splashed with bits of brown
From the leather belt on the floor.

A pain greater
Than the bite of your knife,
The buckle of your belt,
The burn of your rope,
The bash of your palms,
Bores into my back before
I black out.

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Aubade

The fabric of my flesh,
Once pure as a wedding dress
Is stained with intoxicating venom
From your love bites.
Thin red threads dance along my back,
Spun by nails like razors and passion’s grip.

My body sinks into you,
Like my fingers into memory foam 
When your shark-like teeth sank into me.
Aching muscles, the dawn of exhaustion
Rises through my body with the morning sun.

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My First Time

Gnawed nails dig into worn plastic armrests
Stinging alcohol burns the skin
A sharp point glints in the fluorescent light

Rough hands grip the shoulder
Restraining it against the comfortless chair
He says to relax,
But the tremors intensify.

Deep breath
Lungs release
Cartilage crunches
Blood flows

Shiny metal ring
Rests against the ear
A new opening in the body
Diverging from natural design.

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A Cat's Midwife

Knuckles deep in a cat.
The spongy flesh pulses around my fingers
Each time I move inside.

Her stomach undulates
As if it was alive.
Wait-- it is.
I am trembling.

Her pained meows
Offset by the mewlings
Heard from within her.

The first head pokes out,
Slick and red
Staining the scratchy towel underneath.
Then more, four in all,
Pawing clueless about on the reddened fabric.
Their eyes still shut, yet they see the world.

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Purgatory Chasm

The autumn leaves crinkle beneath my feet
Their radiant colors dulled
I see the reds and yellows as vibrant as they were
The last time we came here together.

I hold you in my hands,
The way you held me when I was a child.
Your urn jostles softly as I scale the cliff
To our favorite spot.

I open it up, and look at you one last time.
Bits of bone sprinkled in the ash,
Like the time we came here after the first snow fall,
The defiant leaves of abundant autumn
Refusing to be masked by light dusting.

Off the tip of the rock,
I turn the urn,
You flow out over our favorite hike,
As you would have wanted.
We pass through this trail
One last time.

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We Need To Talk

Letting the words soak in
I stayed

The mist pool filled
I couldn’t say goodnight
The night told me
There would not be “us” much longer.
How long?

No one ever knows these things.
Who can predict?
Working as hard as anyone should,

Going back to tonight,
Love dying,
I have to say good night.


((Notes:  The title is supposed to have quotes around it, but it won't let me put special characters.  
Also, this is an erasure poem, but there was no option for that under the form section))

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Etched

The sun has set upon the hills
The moonlight glares as my body
Awaits the embrace of dreams.
 
My mind wanders, my thoughts drift
A noise stirs in the silence,
The crash foreshadows more.
 
A scream—is it my mother?
A boom, more yelling too,
A thud, is that my brother?

The men invade my room
I follow them and do as I’m told,
Kill them, they say, and hand me a knife.
 
I feel the fear in my family’s eyes,
My chance for life rests in their destruction
I give into my captors’ demand,
Coating my hands in unwashable stains.

My leaders delight in my compliance,
The tallest one turns to me
He motions to leave.
 
I step into the cold night,
I’m alone and shaking, my eyes leak,
My masters join me; both grinning
The stinging in my head is a joy.

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Retrospect

You caught my attention,
But it wasn’t my intention
To fall in love again.
This regret now moves my pen.

My envious heart breaks
So full of jade;
There was constantly another
In the bed we laid.

Once again, we walk through this door,
Will this be just like before?
I never meant to be your whore,
Yet I’m just that and nothing more.

A simple suggestion,
An expected response,
A charitable chance,
Our Judgment Day dawns.

My journey begins on your playing field,
Me, an innocent pawn, hopes to be healed.
I wonder, as I subject myself to your twisted game,
Will my retreat be a walk of shame?

Trumpets flare with your grand entrance,
Your arms ensnare my entire existence,
Your tone is harmless, but it can’t conceal the fire,
Your gaze steeps with sexual desire.

When you strike, there’s both pleasure and pain,
Now, my boundaries you have slain.
I’m enslaved to your master rule
You torment me; your love is cruel.

Without warning, you take your leave,
My frustration builds to tears
The empathetic sky begins to grieve,
This affectionate misgiving amplifies my fears.

Puppeteer, I’m your tool,
You’re the king and I play your fool,
Your law renders me mute.
You pull the strings, and I follow suit.

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Deadbolt

The warmth of your fingers
Caressing my shaking shoulders,
The comforting weight of your arm
Resting around my waist.
Until you closed that door.

Rotted wood and a flimsy frame
The rusted golden knob sneers at me
Daring me to open it.
But I won’t.

I claw at the cracked pine,
Burying my nails into the decaying wood,
Shredding the once white paint.

Wishing it were you.