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In the crowd of waving flags, I see your face, thinner, tired, But smiling like you used to. I blush a little as you find my eyes, And slipping through the energetic bodies, You find my hand, pull me towards The scratchy green fabric that feels like home. Wordlessly we glide gracefully, a perfect duet spinning through the couples, my two inch heels a flurry below my feet, and the new skirt I saved so long for, swirling by my side. You cheekily glance down and smile. I’ve got better at drawin...

Coming to, I looked around My stranger had gone But left his mark My trousers down And bruises fresh Bite marks And scars Inside my mind And on my legs Broken cursing visions spilling out of my head And the blood of lust left slowly staining My hands shaking I curled up small And silently making A quiet ball I lay empty and hollow And for all my pride I couldn’t swallow

All it took her was a fist to a face, To conjure up the new man in her mind, Helping her forgot the beast’s rough embrace, A man whose sweet kisses she longs to find. On a bed of stone he slashes her skin, Did this beast with his razored, bloodstained claws. He can’t hear the man already within, Between his staggered pants and lustful roars. The beast ignores her tears and painful frown- She is his little doll, designed to serve. In her dreams he traces a finger down, From her arching neck to...

Coming to, I looked around My stranger had gone But left his mark My trousers down And bruises fresh Bite marks And scars Inside my mind And on my legs Broken cursing visions spilling out of my head And the blood of lust left slowly staining My hands shaking I curled up small And silently making A quiet ball I lay empty and hollow And for all my pride I couldn’t swallow

an old woman is standing her worn clothes wrapped tightly about her her eyes are tired nervously she looks upon my crystal surface a withered face is looking back it begins to rain and her grey hair sticks to her skin she uncurls her witchlike fingers a crust of mouldy bread i shudder she tears and throws it at me as the ducks squawking and menacing tread over my body gobble up the soaking crumbs crumbs from the witchlike hands