Writings

Writings

Whore

Whore
What do you see when you look at me?
What fills this empty space?
This space place called whore
Peel off my flesh
Am I your dirty bitch, bitch on heat?
I can be your fantasy
Just open my tight opus
I can rip open the infibulation of your mind
 
Do you hate me, despise me?
I can be your everything - You need me, crave me
I know your dirty secrets
 
Do you want to touch the breasts of the girl you work with?
Feel two mouths on your cock?
Or something kinkier
Do you want to be made to lick my piss up from the floor?
Rape the arse of the girl in the park
smash her head on the concrete?
Maybe you want to spunk in a little girl's face?
 
I am your key
Do I disgust you?
Do I terrify - Beware
I can be your healer, your friend, your lover, your audience
I can appease your pain
I can make you feel what you need to feel
I can fill your emptiness, your empty space
 
So what do you see when you look at me?
Your space
Because I am you
Whatever you see comes from inside you
You created me because you need me
I am an empty space for all your ills, all your waste
You don't see me because you have made me invisible
you pretend I'm not there
 
You made me - you are my Frankenstein
I am your monster
you are the ubiquitous God
My bastard daddy
 
If only you could see me

Listen, can you hear my heart? ............ Yes it really goes