In Bed with Me #2

In my bed

 we lie,

all three of we,


a clone,

a ghost,

 and me,


pain roars for battle,


my unseen enemy,


to inflict,

the same,

 as was

dealt to me,


my spirit prances,

eager for a war,


before it begins.


against an apparition,

for a clone,

I do not know,


we dine,

my bond,

his shackles,

next to me,


across from me,

beside the moon and stars,

he sits,


a mannequin,

blood red,

 painted on grin,


I touch,

 but do not feel,


I speak,

 He grins,


here we lie,

a clone,

 lying beside,

a ghost,

who lies,

 next to me





Lovemaking Soulbreaker

She bites down to stop moans escaping

 nauseating lips brush down her neck  past bruises on her back,

 She holds her breath waiting,

 repulsive stench of alcohol fills her nostrils saturating her whole being

 He caresses her cheeks,

 he has slapped repeatedly

 Tenderly traces her nose,

 he makes bleed frequently

 She twitches as he strokes and caresses

over and past fresh bruises left by pounding fists

His pace quickens so does she,

she moves carefully to protect ribs kicked recently

She moves to meet him,

incase he thinks she’s faking this

Moans and groans burst forth finally free,

timed and building to release

 Together they soar,

 to compliment his masculinity

 “Was it as good for you as it was for me,” he whispers ever so tenderly


I was hesitant on posting this piece. Anyway here goes.  Pls Let me know if you get it.