

TouchTouch. Warm and soft. Crave, hunger for it. Long for the comfort of hot flesh.Touch
Proof of my humanity. Proof that DON'T TOUCH is not
Tattooed across my bony chest. And yet. It burns me.
A warm embrace sears my skin. Every muscle stiffens and shakes As I pull away. And feel the itch of ink beneath my breast.
Glow

MonsterShe stares at the red The sun so hot it makes it look Like water, not track And waits for her turnMonster
She steps to the line Ignores the blocks used by the other athletes Their sinuous muscles bulging as they crouch Like tigers, ready to tear her apart
The voice commands given Her standing start, hands balled Spikes dug hard into the surface Adrenaline makes her gag
The starters gun sounds and
She flinches, just long enough to put her back Running, she hurls herself at the obstacles Hell-bent on making up the seconds
Until


PuppetmasterUncomfortable words shoved into my mouth I try to speak, but I can't remember which are my thoughts And which are his My puppet masterPuppetmaster
Jerking the strings in every direction until They tangle. He can't control me And I can't control myself
He cuts the strings but I can't move. I've forgotten how. All the words are gone.
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Hey peoples if you have a face book check out the fanpage for the bold faced liars
Also you can check this: [link]
Thanks
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