Shyness will kill me more surely than suicide selling my life-for-a-life I despise when all the while it was my choice to smile instead of a snarl of ugly truth that might have brought me to you, soul seer, twin, who tastes where I rot and ruin and accepts the bargain.
I want your dirt… grubby, angry, slapped, foul, wanting howls, Bukowski, Burroughs, face in the trough wrath and strife!! Give me screams in the night, give me clawing fire, give me gouts of flesh torn to call my desire. Give me sacrifice and pools of want, blood on the floor and deviant thought.
Kiss me, yes, kiss me so softly again, but then fuck me so desperately, climb in my skin, spit carelessly over me calling my name, crush my face, lick my wounds, go under my fake, to raw muscle and vein and suffering shame then you will know me — then. Only then.
Written in response to a “show me your dark side” prompt.