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Old 08-08-2013, 07:29 AM   #27
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Default ~The Show Must go On

Act I

I blink

open
another drop of my lids

only to glimpse the velvet curtain's billowing

center parting like the salty oceans

of crimson streaming down my thighs
Tender caresses

attack and remind my sweat stained fever that
i am no longer running this production


Your control, my lovely desperation
threatens to devour
Your
un-
rehearsed
script



Act II



Tension in my calves shoot flame


A subtle upbeat within my fear tangled

heart betrays my paralysis

The foundation of my non-chalant stage crumbling

beneath the dripping lights


"Have you forgotten your lines ,faggot..hrrm?"
Your teeth against my lobe

gnashing the question
my answer
as stuffed as the vicious hole of my mouth



Act III



I felt your breath

heated moist danger
The nape of my neck your megaphone
My skin an audience to delicious incantations

ancient tongues

quickly whispered warnings of your desire


"Your mind is beautiful when broken,boy..
Ripped and

shattered like my will to leave you on this set

like the worthless fuck you are

aren't

and always never have been."



The Finale



The applause deafening
A silence so loud

pounding the reason from my twisted

diseased veins


Rotten flowers thrown at our feet

the props from my swollen wrists dismantled


You circle your arms securely about my waist

the ovation a distant roar


I sense your smile its depth against my cheek

"Take a bow, cunt. They think your brilliant."
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