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Kinky

Copyright, Kinky

A Thin Red Line

Draw a red line,
straight down
your pale chest.
Draw it with a blade,
trace it with blood.

Let it seep out.
Let it bleed through,
showing the scars
of open heart.
You didn’t have bypass,
but you were passed
by.
Pushed away to the side;
left alone, alone to cry.

Draw a red line,
straight down
your pale chest.
Draw it with a blade,
trace it with blood.

Represent that broken
heart you’ve bought.
Laugh when they laugh,
cry when they aren’t
looking into your eyes.
Feel that pain,
trickle between your
breasts.
Close your eyes and breath.
Take a deep breath, don’t release.

Draw a red line,
straight down
your pale chest.
Draw it with a blade,
trace it with blood.

You’re laying weak,
flat on the kitchen floor.
Look up at the ceiling,
Stained tiles,
row by row.
For every tile, lies
another reason that
you love him
so.
Another reason for the streaked
red passion upon your chest.

Draw a red line,
straight down
your pale chest.
Draw it with a blade,
trace it with blood.

Get Out

He’s with her, right now.
You know that feeling.
You know how true you are.
He’s kissing her, he’s inside her.
He’s inside you now, flowing.
Release him, release him in red.
Cut deeper, let him free.
Get him out as quick as you can.
Deeper. Cut deeper.

 

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