spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
your teeth tore at my throat as my legs wrapped around your waist gripped you tight they were covered in half-healed crescent-moons themselves amongst a backdrop of purple bruises my screams silenced became moans and whimpers lifting your snarling face to mine your eyes… Continue Reading “Stockholm”
He came upon me one early evening as I lay with my head resting upon the bench, one hand clutched over my breast the other draped across my eyes. My heart was filled, as always, with love and longing. The many lonely nights ebbing… Continue Reading “Devil in the Details”
Day by day she sits in the window staring out as drab-dressed townsfolk pass by. At times one may turn and look at her. Their reaction was always the same: one of macabre desire. Her lips are painted cherry red, her eyes are a… Continue Reading “Dancer”
you draw me like the sea you clear my eyes my heart you ignite the fire of passion inside me like I have never felt I don’t want you I need you to take you to brand you as my own with the fire… Continue Reading “Loose This Beast”
Poetry by Charles Joseph
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