Cutting me open. Pulling me open wide.
You crawl into my being, pulling everything you can.
I want to bash your head into a wall...
Just so you might feel what I go through night after night.
I yearn for your words... for your visage...
But more so I want to feel your flesh rage onto mine.
I want your teeth to sink into my flesh, seeking my organs.

This is funny as one would think a million words would be at my tongue.
Reaching out to caress your mind and ravage your soul.
But not one coherent thought can come from the tips of my fingers,
My tongue wavers and halts over each word,
As if waiting for guidance from your own.

Just a puppet on your words. A fool to your touch.
I lay in wait for your attack, feigning the desire to fight back.
But all I want is to lay under your savagery as you have your way with my body.
Throw my blood on the walls, use my bones to create more wounds.
Use my screams of lust and turn them into guttural sounds of fear and death.
Fuck each wound like it’s a sacrificial virgin laid before your feet in offering.


Before I lay to waste put me back together with your blood and sinews.
Let me return the favor of this brutal release.
Let me create a sculpture of the beast within.
I will use the tissues of your organs and the fragments of your skull.
A true master piece, befitting the name of the Monstress and her Pet.


This one last prose, made to take it all away.
To disarm you and put you once more bowed before my feet.
To lull you into a deep sleep of macabre thrashed realities.
There is no love like that of the Monstress.
The lust of self deprecation.

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