Nestled in my nightmare,
He never wakes me,
His slow hands make sin feel like safety,
His violent fingers, they tease and trace me,
Orgasms, obstinance, gag me, shake me,
Avoiding the truth just like the plague he,
Flicks his forked tongue to taste me,
My soul spotless, like a dirty rape scene,
Succumb to my shame, lust overtake thee,
I’m worse than the witches, amused by misery,
Drove the devil from darkness, I set him free,
I lit crosses on fire so his demons can see,
Tore wings off the angels, God will fear me,
Slither down to damnation, decay here safely,
Supplied his salvation, he fails to escape me,
Tried to run, crawl back bloody, embrace me,
He loves fucking bruises, make him say please!
I anointed my crown, I love watching him bleed,
Discarded, demented, demeaned, beautiful screams,
Pleasure perfected, shove him down on his knees,
He can choke on my tears, fuck letting him breathe,
He begs for his murder, for mercy, sweet pleas,
Seduced, sucked then slaughtered, I’m his purgatory.
Megan Forrest
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