The Music

The Music

A Poem by P. J. Rough-Rope

A poem of heartbreak and musical explosion between bodies, only spoken through the female's lips.

And now,,
I can only feel his fingers wrapping around my thighs, roughly squeezing me
I choke out my last breath
it is
so deep.

The music of his voice curls around me in a harmony of screaming and shouting.
I cannot breathe.

I feel my knees shaking as I turn 
I do not

But alas, he presses further, and I push him away.
He stops for now.


He whisps his fingers against my cheek as he breathes my name.
I hate him.
I hate what he has become.
I hate what he has done.

Ohh, and what he's done! What has already been pressed upon me and breathed against my lips I shalt not speak without sobbing and turning away
the music.

I scream! Oh the screams I have screamed for him!
He laughs, cackling as he twists my body in an unwilling manner
I cry.

I cannot speak.
The music
fills my ears.

© 2018 P. J. Rough-Rope

Author's Note

P. J. Rough-Rope
I am asking for constructive criticism please. :)

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sad, uncomfortable, true. This is a brave thing to write about, and the stile is good.

Posted 7 Months Ago

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Added on August 28, 2018
Last Updated on August 28, 2018
Tags: body, bodies, unwilling, music, musical, poem, poetry, screaming, squealing, love, heartbreak, romance


P. J. Rough-Rope
P. J. Rough-Rope

Known by her alias as P. J. Rough-Rope, otherwise known as P. J., she lives in a dark and freezing room in the barbaric times of these days. She has a hand deformity known as TPTPS, otherwise known as.. more..


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