Pain and PleasureA Poem by Alex WagesWon’t you come to bed so I can slit your throat and watch as your nonchalance stains my white sheets. Please stay as I extract you from underneath my skin; a shelter you were never worthy of. You might have had other plans but try to hold back your screams as I cut your teeth on the shiny promises you whispered, too drunk to realize I wasn’t her. Maybe I’ll even let you grab my hips as I circumvent your ribs and go straight to your heart, tearing my name out of that vile little thing. The terror in your eyes tells me you knew I liked it rough but didn’t realize I was out for blood when I crawled into your bed. (a.w.) © 2016 Alex Wages |
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