Secret Ink• Show poetry

We painted the floor
with disco beats,
shaking hips like
dry humping dogs,
that left our shadows
to stain the walls
as ghosts in constant motion,

forever to dance in
silent corners
where we would drink
ecstasy's elixir and
ease our minds with
dysfunctional secrets,

while scars were compared
and bruises traced with
sympathetic lips

teenage love story
written in secluded getaway,
where pain was forgotten
and dreams were made

My hands were stained
as I dyed my hair
with strawberry Koolaid,
so I could look like
those girls in your magazines,

you know the ones that
get more attention than I do?

seductive poses that get
you aroused with perky breasts
and flat stomachs,

taunting you with
dangerous eyes and
cherry red lips

leaving you to lust after
erotic paper dolls,

while my untouched flesh grows
cold as I slip into
heart break

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Reaching climax
in the bottom of
a Pepsi bottle,
she pretends to
feel life;

allowing carbonated
fantasy to dominate
her libido-

Therapy sessions
inject embalming fluid
into conscience,
preserving temporary sanity;

while depravity hangs from
licorice noose,

[attempted suicide never
tasted so sweet]

snapping as gravity
plays tug of war
with daydreams;

hypnosis drags delusions
into surreal world,
Easter bunny delivers
severed finger in basket
while grandma knits sweater
from cat hair;

cigar box holds skeleton key
to childhood trauma,
while secrets remain on church pew

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I left notes in
your lunch box,
expressing my
deepest thoughts;

while you indulge
in my scented
pages,
growing with
excitement as
each word is read;

...for desert

a seductive picture
to keep the flame
burning until
you return home,

where intensity
meets ecstasy,

...with a message

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I painted my eulogy
with wishbone fingers,
in shades of mortality
as I tasted bane from
grim reaper's lips,

finality soaked as sponge
into my clay skin,
that shattered as I fell
into oblivion,

my dusted grave of
extinction