Bath her memories in a pool of blood
Wish her secrets
To stay forever buried
Don't pick the scab that hurts the most
Her insides are still torn and your face burns her eyes
Forbidden moans of ecstasy
From a mouth to young to understand
Can you still taste her vulgar screams?
Thrown to the floor
Without a second thought
Were you able to get the stains out?
AN: this is a collection of poems i'm going to be doing for awhile, i'll try to update every few days. tell me if you like the idea, "Vulgar tales of the stolen" i like the name...he he