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~The Show Must go On
Act I
I blink
open
another drop of my lids
only to glimpse the velvet curtain's billowing
center parting like the salty oceans
of crimson streaming down my thighs
Tender caresses
attack and remind my sweat stained fever that
i am no longer running this production
Your control, my lovely desperation
threatens to devour
Your
un-
rehearsed
script
Act II
Tension in my calves shoot flame
A subtle upbeat within my fear tangled
heart betrays my paralysis
The foundation of my non-chalant stage crumbling
beneath the dripping lights
"Have you forgotten your lines ,faggot..hrrm?"
Your teeth against my lobe
gnashing the question
my answer
as stuffed as the vicious hole of my mouth
Act III
I felt your breath
heated moist danger
The nape of my neck your megaphone
My skin an audience to delicious incantations
ancient tongues
quickly whispered warnings of your desire
"Your mind is beautiful when broken,boy..
Ripped and
shattered like my will to leave you on this set
like the worthless fuck you are
aren't
and always never have been."
The Finale
The applause deafening
A silence so loud
pounding the reason from my twisted
diseased veins
Rotten flowers thrown at our feet
the props from my swollen wrists dismantled
You circle your arms securely about my waist
the ovation a distant roar
I sense your smile its depth against my cheek
"Take a bow, cunt. They think your brilliant."
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