WARPED TEARS

Echoes of teardrops hitting your fingers

All of them mine

Of course.

The liquid velvet of passionate pleasure

Destroyed all of it.

Your tears look like mine

Taste like mine

Their texture and their colour

But their purpose is different.

I scream and I SCREAM

And no sound comes out

And I cant take any more

Or my eyes will fall out.

Against my will

I’m under siege

The searing pain

No fucking joke.

Smile at me

Through hair that’s soaked in blood

And sweat and heartfelt tears.

The lie is over

You’re no longer you.