Marionette:

One of my daily fights with my parents issued this.

 

 

I’m out of blood.

The sweat sweet,

Sweaty taste of porcelain brushed figurines

Lingers in my mouth.

 

The word humane, does not… exist.

Bite till blood pours,

Till tears rip through

Delicate lashes.

 

Titillate my senses,

Beat me raw.

Gag me… whip me: suffocate my being.

I’m yours to command.

 

Claw the inside,

Inside-out,

Outside-in… creasing flesh at the folds:

Tie the strings where you wish…

After all,

 

I am yours to control.

 

Reviews

[Dandy Jon Powder]

You know my opinions about your parents

[Raef C. Boylan]

Jaysus
don't surrender
to parental control
...i hope it's satirical,
that last line?

"The word humane, does not� exist." - effective pauses and good line.

Your writing seems to have really progressed. Yay you.