Submissions by TheQuiet

Do your signature scream,
scream for me.

Wail as if the hurt,

Is coming from beneath.

Twisted, ruffled, torn and beat,
White sheets lay in heaps.

None were clean,
All unkempt,
None lay perfectly neat.

Violated, suffocated and penetrated,
Abused by lustful thieves.

Desires were told,
Fantasies breath to life,
Every person ful-filled their need.

Used, battered, filthy, and scorned,
White sheets lay in heaps.

Gathered to be cleansed,
Gathered to washed,
Our secrets are theirs to reap.