Mess Me Up


In a cave
of undecided thought
and suffocating walls
my pulse beats
in between the breaks
of dusk and dawn,
A hole of blackness
of finality,
With the stench of musk
and beads of sweat,
My teeth relay the taste of death,
A leech to the skin
Blood-sucking gin –
like earth and water
zesty salt and bite,
I got my kicks from
a parasite,
left him dry,
Ripped stockings
rolled high,
Knee-high boots wedged in his thigh,
A silent movie played,
over and over in my head,
This could be heartbreak,
if my heart wasn’t deceased
Instead I lick my fingers clean,
Mess me up
and ask me to stay
alone in this cave.











3 thoughts on “Mess Me Up

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s