Slither

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It slowly creeps up like a ruthless virus waiting to eat the very core of your being. It silently awaits in a quiet, vacant, and dimly lit room, waiting to pounce on its victim, helpless, and oblivious. How it pushes you to the very edge and breaks your bones. It triggers your insides, leaving you numb, raging, and desperate for purging the very burning desires of your wretched judgment.

And when you give in to that temptation, you hold the world in your hands. You have the power. The excitement erupts; the warm brush of his fingertips against your delicate skin, the stroke of his hand, the softness of his lips, and the way he holds and caresses you. The abrupt movement takes you by delightful surprise and brings you to heated ecstasy, in all forms irrefutable, mind-blowing and raw, though despicably evil.

It is in the undeniable sensation that you let yourself go.

Sonnet #7: Cape

Worn out, broken benches sit here and lie

History kept in a place near the sea

Those feelings as blue as the summer sky

Heat non-existent, as cold as can be

Currents, ocean waves crashing sandy shores

Wash away horizons of memories

Tears emit, down towards the ocean floor

Recall the night of damned catastrophe

Black clouds hover on memories so dark

Silence, last breath, last touch, last words spoken

Hearts beat faster, reaching for sounds so far

Hushed and fatal pace, damned and forgotten

Dusk settles with the brokenness that stays

Lights grow dim in memories of the awake