TRUCE
blood on my face
blood on your fists
blood on the rose patterned sheet
a gift from my mother
your erection tangible proof of your sick desire
trapped beneath you
your sweat drips off my nose
my lips
and tastes as salty as the blood
my lack of tears makes you madder
makes you fuck me harder
as the sweet scent of wisteria drifts in through the open window
under my trapped right wrist
a cracked photograph of a younger me who had
hope
unreal
I sense your surprise
as I start to giggle
Defeated and suddenly flaccid
you retreat to your pipe
high already fading
Both of us aware this is not over
a momentary truce
Until...
10/13/01
About Me
- Beautiful Chaos
- I am a 32 year old woman, married with 2 beautiful daughters. My writing is often brutally honest,as is life and may contain content not suitable to some viewers. If you are easily shockable this may not be the page for you. However, I must state that not everything you read on here is about my life, some is fiction, or things I have witnessed others go through. Sharing is often difficult as it is a personal look at my inner soul; if you are good at discerning such things you can see me for who I truly am, not the me I present to the world. There is no order to the writing, the new is mixed with the old,the pain with the love, tis truly chaos. Reading over my blog I suddenly realized that I must sound like a damn junkie. For the record, yes I did inhale, in high school, which is the only time in my life I used drugs recreationally. My father however, was addicted to crystal meth from his teenage years till his death in his late twenties. I am quite familiar with drug addiction and its effects. I did play pretty hard with alcohol abuse though, for a couple years and probably came within a hair's width of full blown physiological addiction, and much of my writing does address that.
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