Glory Undone – A woman succumbs to vice –

“She’s not happy about the life she is living but to jump through the hoop would mean to succumb to death.” – Kit Williams
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I saw her give up and fall to addictions vice:
 
Your legs splayed in graphic way
Wanting to leave this world, come and play
Scoring your hits underneath dark worlds
Flying, inhibition burned in pink pearl
Reaching to touch your body magnificent
I’m held at bay by your habit’s descent
Changed from a fondled object of desire
Picking at your curves that soft skin on fire
Tears they are my lover as you fade from sight
Pleasure was ours until you hid in your night”
– Nightfall, D.M.W. Sager
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Glory is undone as the softness turns to a melted waste of surrender
 
Gone is the shine from the jewel of your womanhood
 
Shame clothes a golden soul tarnished by wantonness
 
Laying down your fight as your thoughts of peace fall with fear
 
What’s left now that you gave your glory to another?
 
Stained garments of unusual color adorn your nakedness
 
Dive into the murky river as it flows away
 
Perhaps your deeds will not settle on your life
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Pressing back the past, recover your glory undone.

Also published in Broowaha Magazine

First published in Opinions Of Eye.com

 02132012 

 

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Karma, Meet Destiny

That whore, karma, had finally made her way around, and had just bitch-slapped me right across the face. The realization only made me cry harder.” ― Jennifer Salaiz
So?
Karma, you keep me coming back to find all that I lost. Don’t you have something for me? I think you left me for another lover and perhaps you’ve found your happiness, but didn’t you leave anything for me? You took things from my secret hidden places and left me wondering, where are they? You show up uninvited, demanding me to give you more, what about what you stole? People tell me that you’re fair and they envy the times you show up and kick ass. “Karma did this,” or “You deserved what Karma gave you.” Without omniscience and wisdom we only see the side that pleases us, making us cruel and vindictive, especially in judgment. My quarrel is not with them, it’s with you Karma. I call the courts of heaven to bear witness that you’ve take much more than what’s necessary. What do you want me to do with all this emptiness you’ve left behind? The cupboard doors swing in the breeze from open windows, signs that you left me with nothing to build on. I’ve something for you Karma, she’s quite the beautiful creature and tells me that no matter what you did, she’ll stay with me. You know her I believe, her name is Destiny. I’m going to make love to her and in that cold place you left, we’ll find peace and plan to take revenge on you; then you two bitches can fight over me all night. Now go away Karma, I don’t care about your tricks, I’m content knowing my divine Destiny will hold me and guide me through the prisons of your subtle ways. I’ll not always be your bitch Karma, so let me reap what I sow, because right now, I’ve thrown up the middle finger to your cruel punishments.
Also published in Broowaha

It’s My Turn

 “Harry was left to ponder in silence the depths to which girls would sink to get revenge.” ― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
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Split right along the thigh, a filigree stockings showed signs of abuse and my knees, a little bruised, were hidden a bit by the dark color of the fabric. I just finished a hard night, and everything in me hurt. By now I knew how to hide my mind and the fragile assembly of my soul from the harsh violence. The patrons demanded so much shame. “If I was a cyborg, a fleshy hole without a heart, they would be happy.” Perhaps that’s why I had the demand of so many, they loved violating not just my body, but my heart. My list was long and extensive, not that it included the famous, but the notorious. I fantasized long ago about bringing my skills to bear on those who had power over me. The slaps, the tortures, the drugs held at bay while I crawled for one hit. They made me lick, beg, and fuck for every little advantage. I was good at it now, the numbness helped me give all to the beck and call of these silly men. “Fuck this shit, it started when I was 5. My tits and ass have continued to call men from their holy sanctuaries to find their sin in my pure little body”. Now it was my turn.

I knelt, and looked at him, taking him in my mouth, like I was taught by my many black eyes and gasping breaths. My mind and life is a filthy list of commands and forced obedience. I’m hold the chains of your mind mister. While he held my hair, pulling it in his desire and forcing himself in my mouth, I reached down and slipped the Exacto knife from my boot. I took him deep and he smacked me hard, which thing I loved by now, it gave me energy, yes the rush to take my knife and shove it deep in his ass. His mouth dropped in agony, which looked to me just like an orgasm. I twisted the razor blade in his ass a couple times and then plunged it in his neck and hands. I took a lot of time to cut his fingers loose, disfiguring those hands which near choked me with his selfish desire,  setting them in a loose “fuck you” sign that none would mistake. “This was done by a whore, a bitch disfigured by lust and men. Yes, I did this, so fuck me hard, in the end I’ll splatter your whole life on the front page and your embarrassment will be more than the blood shed by my hate filled spree of revenge”.