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Shut

Cunts are like graves: Buried treasures. Can’t Find mine anymore. The Casket’s rusted shut (Left to rust after all the hurt). Broken heart seals it shut. Cannot penetrate those walls. 6 feet under. She cries. (Didn’t even get to say goodbye.) Dust &…

Bruised

It’s all fucked, she thinks. The world’s fucked. She’s fucked. Pained. Betrayed. Bruised. Today it was the paddle, the flogger, the cane. It was those big hands and that soft rope. Today, it was trusted. It was expected. It was pleasurable. Those tears…

The Acorn

Here’s a poem I wrote many years ago that I wanted to share with you. It’s not an erotic piece, but I wanted to publish it on my blog anyways. A girl kept dropping her pockets. She couldn’t keep them attached To the…