Unchained I will devour you,
mercy blanket won’t suffice,
the vitals revealed, again; the
recovering; processing of tender
bones; sucking marrow dry; stay
fettered; stay safe; stay you;
free me not; whatever you do
There was no physical abuse as far as I can recall, though I lack certain insights to happenings prior to reaching the age of four. What I can clearly recall, and now also brand, is mental abuse, the use of silence to wreak havoc in an innocent kid. Imagine a child growing up in an environment where one parent would decide to go silent, go into hiding, not responding to asks, for weeks at time, would that not cause harm, long lasting worries, and permanent damage to any child? Such was the reality when I grew up, suppressing the details I think I have though special events keep floating to the surface. Throwing tantrums as anyone does when growing up, was recorded; put on tape and later replayed as part of the regime of parenting. Without going into any more details I will only say that permanent damage was done, I never had the courage to ask question, fearing anger and rejection so often the result when growing up.
The realisation that sleep can be an adaptive process made him confident enough to relinquish the decision as to when to sleep to the body rather than the mind. He would stay awake until the body shut down by its own device. No harness required, most likely
Friendship as per the common definition, obviously stating cross sex relationship here, I cannot do it, it doesn’t work for me, somehow lacking the ability of distance and keeping things platonic, tension brewing, boiling over. I am binary, either loving you fully or
not.
She fcuking hates me
Whatever I do is
She fcuking hates me
Never enough
She fcuking hates me
Cesspit lurker and
She fcuking hates me
Charlatan stripper
She fcuking hates me
cordial despise
She fcuking hates me
all the way to the bank
Giving the three finger salute on
the first day of May; sunshine
reflecting on calming seas.
The House of Three Crowns
towers in the background, the
power within permeating the
lands of old, heroic stories told of
the hero of ages, the one who
walked the path, soon to show
himself to those with no doubt.
The voice of God never quite penetrated his wax filled ears. “Do not judge a Word by the vessel it came through.”, was inadvertently picked up as “Twitter is the salvation of humanity” which caused all sort of issues down the line.
unshaved – rabbit ears; whipped cream dreams;
admiral Kane – breaker of bane; ties that bind us; shout out; a magic word; stopping pain and extacy; the lust of two; stopping not; lies bind us tight; until death comes
The leftovers from a life of old, a passed life still in memories recurring, the living in
the workshop, beneath a bench, squalor, the long long hours, longer still, the karmic debt is being repaid.
