RED, RAW, PEELING AS
YOUR EYES CAST UPON ME….
IF I WERE DEAD, WOULD YOU WATCH
ME SLEEP, PULL PETALS OFF A ROSE,
AND ADD COLOR TO MY CHEEKS?
YOU MAKE ME BARE, SPAGHETTI STRINGS,
SLOWLY SLIDING DOWN YOUR THROAT,
SNAKING TO INVEST, DIGEST…
WHAT HUE WOULD YOU MAKE ME,
TAKE ME?
STRIP ME DRY, FINGERS TAKING STEPS,
WET WITH BLOOD, AROUSED….
TOES BARE, YOU STARE, EYES MOVE
UPWARD, I NO LONGER THERE…..
WHISPERS BEGIN IN YOUR HEAD,
SOFTLY, THEN LOUDLY, FINALLY
FINDING ME……
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During the days in which I choose to conform, I do so with a specific feeling in mind that I want to achieve. A sort of climax that I aim to reach. A feeling effortlessly maintained between the ages of 6-9 and again between the ages of 13-15, when being a girl was simply one of the numerous ways of being.
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Paranormal Author, Artist & Empath. Follow Sheila on Twitter, Facebook & Instagram! @sheilareneeparker
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