savage hunger

his sacred savage hunger
harries her terrified soul
torn and tormented by years
of most callous abuse

she clawing clings to the
shell of her tormented self
selling another patch of flesh
just to appease his need

but it is never enough, no!
her fear sloughs aside another day
another year, desperate to hear
a voice of tender tones

longing to feel the touch
of one who might caress
her heart with gentlest hope
and sing her blissful need

yet in the darkest moments
drowning in deathly solitude
she believes she has no choice
but to kiss the demon lips

of despair

[Thank you, Allison, for finding just the right words.]

Image from Pixabay


twisting and turning and bound
in ruthlessly tormented knots

voices debating linguistic precision
while torn lips scream in silence

flesh consumed by carelessness
clawed by neglect and arrogance

bodies broken and bent beneath
the weight of his angry moans

she whimpers to gods grown deaf
and dumb and perfectly pointless

and though they stonily gaze
in deathly pallor, still they hear

still they see more than the eyes
of ignorant man, chafing at the bit

pitilessly craving brutal pleasure
peeling her skin, cracking her bones

driven by his lust to be feared—
such compulsion beggars belief

Salt Lake City 21 Aug 2012