If you want this,
come and...
come and break it.
These lips were made for abuse weren't they.
Weren't they?
I can tell it in your eyes,
you want this to hurt.
I can feel it bury way inside,
you're coming--
you're coming to kill me.
Arms pinned straight above me,
legs nailed stretched to the side;
I am your anti-christ.
I am your flesh and you waste my blood.
You are the cross I get splinters from.
Halle-fucking-lujah!
I am broken; you regret this.
You wrap my hands around it.
It is so warm (my hands are always cold),
there is throbbing silence.
Floorboards creak and you tell me
'Taste it, taste it. Please.'
But it is too big, I am so small,
I am too small,
everything is so big.
Oh, god, you came to kill me.
I shake with your hand on my thigh,
my hand is a fist around your...
There are sixteen thoughts there
followed by sixteen scars.
You are each and every scar there
and each and every thought.
What an adrenaline rush, what a crush.
I wanted this to hurt.
Jagged cuts where your hands caressed,
where blood flowed into the skin.
I want this to hurt,
I need it to hurt,
I need you to hurt,
I want you to hurt.
Rusted metal feels so much better...
'Church is starting,
hurry up, hurry up.'
You gave me two rough rubs
to stop the flood
(I am drowning and sinking,
I am drowning and sinking).
I am downing these pills
to stop the thinking,
to build a dam so I will
stop sinking (drowning, drowning).
You've fucked me--
You've fucked me up.
'A mistake! This was a mistake!'
I am, I am your mistake.
You are too big.
I am so small.
I am so small
(there are thoughts
followed by scars;
'..made for abuse..
you've come to kill me').
A contest entry
- RAPE by InMyFlames.
300 points, ended January 22, 2008, 22 entries
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"Arms pinned straight above me,
legs nailed stretched to the side;
I am your anti-christ.
I am your flesh and you waste my blood.
You are the cross I get splinters from.
Halle-fucking-lujah!
I am broken; you regret this." im breathtaken by this paragraph/lines, not coz you swore but you will regret this, thats great, thanks for your entry -
The poem has a horrifying effect to it. I saw religious aspects and the imagery was amazing.
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shit...wow...jenn... *holds you*
he won't always be there....
just the echoes...
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There is a bit of a repetition. That I adored. I like the religious tone that was in this piece. It wasn't all "I love God" and what not. That in itself is refreshing.
I got kind of an erotic background as well.
"You wrap my hands around it. It is so warm."
" 'Taste it, taste it. Please.'"
It seemed that way for at least one stanza.
It was one long story, and I adored it.
Lovely write sweetie.
~SweetAmber~
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It isn't a happy story.
And the references to religion and 'erotic backgrounds', if you choose to call them that, are not a good thing if I use them. They represent, in my mind, a time that was never that pleasant and quite horrific still to me.
I'm glad you liked it though, for whatever reasons.
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