Spinal Pleasure

 

The high rises

Sending chills through me

And I think it is fiction

It’ll shove me down

It’ll turn into my own conviction

Don’t pout, think

What about coming out?

…Out into sight

What about your leather?

What about your tether?

…Tether of might

 

My spinal pleasure

Color of night bright moon

I will shoot soon

About half past noon

Up in my room

(Trying to stop it, but I can’t)

 

The high rises

It sends chilling through me

And I think it’s a distraction

It’ll shove me down

It’ll harbor my new connection to Nantucket

Stop to think about the lies

What about your lies?

You know about those other guys?

Guys to bend over

And what about your past sister

Where you left your last litter

Way passed the last time you raped her

Expose me, expose you, exposed her

(Trying to stop it, but I can’t)

 

Oh glorious high rising up my spine

Starting from between my legs

Going straight up, up in a line

One good well kept secret

I’ll stop it after I turn nine, I promise

But why can’t I just keep it?

A down bringing straight to my demise

I don’t care if it hurts my mind

I don’t care

I am me and that means I’m one of a kind

 

Yes I do dare, I do not care, a demise is here to stare

Sights on that flare, past through my hair

I can taste it in the air, its not fair, a muscle I should tear

Away from my body into the glare

I swear, don’t compare this despair, to anything like an affair

 

I’ll let you in on my secret, I’ll feed it to you raw

But you should still prepare and be aware

Take a seat next to my truth chair

The one right over there

 

I’ll let it out if I must

Maybe I’ll bring out some of your lust

You are that unaware, a f*****g king’s pear, the one being eaten

The one over there

The one that I will not hesitate

To scare

Author's Note

I'm talking to myself in the poem out of paranoia and guilt

Reviews

[linley{luu}]

I was scared. I love being scared. "I am me and that means I am one of a kind." That you are. Very nice. Aplause, aplause. I'm addicted.

[Obsidian Blackbird McNi..]

this is the scribblings of a deeply conflicted genius, and I am addicted to your style.
the truths you divulge are far greater than anything I could find on sale, my friend.

[Deleted]

"Take a seat next to my truth chair"

I really liked that line, and your poem overall was very well written!
Good job!