What becomes of the child whose screams dissolve into silence?
With closed ears,
no-one heard the whimpers
of a lost boy defiled in the dirt.
Clammy hands
groped my squirming body
while I writhed beneath his raw power.
With closed eyes,
no-one saw his thrilled thrusts
leave the soil soaked in my hurried hurt.
H, buried beneath their ignorance
He was the first to offer me to darkness, wrapped in the tongue of devils and clothed in unsung beauty. The saints looked away as demons drank deeply, while false freedom spoke in poisoned hymns. I vanished into echoes—faith shattered, innocence devoured.
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When the brutal world fractured his soul, one man dared to step into the shadows, breaking chains with tenderness and healing a heart others feared. This is the story of being rescued by love—and reborn through it.
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I laid all my bets on men I hadn’t met; strangers on the street, and hoped they wouldn’t cheat. This poignant lyric poem captures the aching contradiction of longing for love after being emotionally ravaged by it.
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Drawn to the spark of another man, a body trembles and burns beneath the weight of forbidden longing. A compact and searing meditation on desire and shame.
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In this 3-6-9 micro-poem, a tiger becomes the metaphor for a wild, forbidden love that both captures and awakens. A brief moment of rebirth burns within the embrace of danger.
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In this Tesla-inspired 3-6-9 poem, love turns from intoxicating to imprisoning. Bruises, both emotional and physical, tell the truth hidden behind honeyed words and silken lies.
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