Nourishing the Spoil - Guttural Secrete

Awaken to cervix lavished with incisive cutlery

Pain endorses silence, yet whimpers seep

Sight blurred, but feeling of wet and warm

Welcomes your touch

No teeth, cracked lips, what once was a sweet mouth

Trickles blood and phlegm

Tear ducts rippling, take in abomination

Your sisters lie scattered amongst you

Most dead, few clinging to life

Ungentle to delicate features

Engulfed in the rot

Of fellow gender you soak

Completely disrobed you slither across silky insides

Determined to escape

Yet escape embellishes imagination

The uninviting sound of footsteps pulsate your ears

Through the door comes generous assailant

Introducing his steel toe to your face

Appearance smashed, life drains from

Soft green eyes… life is no more

Your soul belongs to no god

Your soul belongs to pain

Dead lump of flesh sexually disorganized

Mangled where you were fucked… how ironic

Look what faith has brought you

What’s it like to receive no answer?

Do you now see?