I spread unconsciously spoken
a victim to pave the current open
the modest voice of the broken
my red glass intensely potent
heels fall, nine fringes awoken
voice scattering cold, masterpiece frozen
flesh runs discolored, like a defeated organ
the departing will implore excessive potential
the robust will fulfill saucy risqué impulses
black tights maximize climax differential
humanity requires perception sequential
apparition illusions prohibited
hell hound affliction marked successful
wrath combust throughout the handpicked
No prioress exposure is sinless
legitimate embodiments of duress
gutless highness, sovereign of darkness
brief degrading, pulsating for acknowledgements
licit vindication for trespassers is erotic punishments
About the Creator
H.b. Woods
I am a mental health warrior; I battle it daily. I’m a mom to 5, a wife, a daughter, and a friend. Some of my poems are brutal as my ‘journey’ continues. Thank you for taking the time to read my poems.
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