What Better Way to be in Pain?

"Little Death" The French were right about that one

You scream into the shirt collar of another new boy

Leaving red marks on his neck that refuse to fade

And you will undress until only bones and blood and fragile nerves are left bare

Writhing and sweating and howling beneath the sheets until you both collapse because you have succeeded in killing each other

Because what else can you do?

You don't know how to struggle without begging someone to kill you in bed over and over again

You don't simply fall apart

You shatter into a million pieces and grant yourself infinite little deaths just so you can feel something that isn't pain

Reviews

[Chris]

Equating freedom and desire with needing pain for release isn't all that rare... but knowing it - is.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

wow, very dark. I like. You won me over with these dark provocative images. If goth sex needed to be described you paint it to perfection. Excellent storytelling in poetry. Keep writing and never stop painting the world in your words.