Depressive loneliness can create such wonderful pieces of literature. |
Luxury Tears Glass sliding Mirror showing What no one wants to see The ugliness The hideous mess That the experiment left behind Body lovely Face to die for But a spirit that has been crushed into bits Dreaming Screaming silently Tears cascading from her eyes Staring Knowing all too well That she can never be with them again Remembering what it was to feel Love, laughter, passion Thoughts that only rouse more pain Can no one see me? Am I doomed to this life of solitude? My heart aches…to be loved Walking slowly to the balcony Leaning against the doorway Watching the rain cascade from the sky Feeling the tears well up behind closed eyes She chokes them back Tears, a luxury of the strong But she is too weak Suffering in silence Crying only in solitude This only doubles the pain Come down to dinner, the master calls Desire reverberating through his voice Hath he no shame? No ounce of integrity? I’ll not eat tonight, she grimly replies That’s what you said last night, the master whispers After walking up the staircase to her chamber You, Master, seem to take away my appetite Dangerous emphasis, deliberate provocation He chuckles to himself One for you my dear, whispers her into her ear while passing Breathing hot air into the shell, sending unwelcome shivers You’ll never make a puppet of me, she snarls Trying to control her body from his attacks Blood racing, breathing labored What was she, some sort of whore? She asks herself in half disgust Looking her up and down, the master does nothing to keep his desire in check You are very beautiful my dear…will you not let yourself open to me? I could show you wonders you’ve never dreamed of…if… The master trails off with terrible emphasis on that single word Wonders? She scoffs. I’ll never see those wonders, Master. A momentary glint of steel in his gaze Before she could react, he was glued to her side, His hand holding the small of her back Pinioning her to him Cold ice in his eyes now, frightening her I’ll not be put off forever my darling, he whispered dangerously low You must come up for air sooner or later… His lips welded to hers in a silent dominating kiss Hard, raw, and savage Against her will, her body reveled in being loved again Against her will, she yielded her mouth to his careful speculation And against her will, she lost control, And became the puppet she never wanted to be. |