A snippet of a much longer very personal piece I am working on… feedback is appreciated…. [originally posted 9-21-10 will continue updating until "finished." Bold lines are the latest updates]
stripped bare....
we have fucked without guilt
without enjoyment
with pain and pleasure
….and of course
the regrets.
the bruises of men’s kisses has stained our skin
like red Kool-Aid
fucking is something that has guided us gently to that stage
in ghastly makeup
a calculated touch
lascivious glares
blocked our growth as humans
turned us in reverse
so the longer we stayed in the biz
the faster we wanted to regress into babies
crying in our mother’s arms.
futile wishes for a return to innocence.
return to the arms of mother’s who hate us now
because they see their failure in our eyes
looking for non existent validation
leaning on imaginary shoulders
wondering why we hit the ground each time
well it’s hard to see reality through blackened third eyes
swollen from life’s hard knocks
so we continue to stumble blindly through this maze
littered with deferred dreams and potential
going in circles…
around hope.
around greatness.
around poles.
I came, I read, I gave *snaps*, Bravo.
This is really good. Can’t wait to read or hear the finished product.
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