Submissions by speechlessbrunette

He touched her today, only in the most intimate of ways
She likes to whisper his promises into deaf ears
She can't know, she can't know, he smiles as he kisses her neck
Her neck is growing bruises from his constant contact
She exposes herself inch by inch but nothing is left
Nothing is sacred, nothing is good
He came into bed with her this morning, leaving his scent
His beautiful scent, she screams
But physicality only last as long as one is touched
And whispers can only comfort for so long
She is here again, standing over a cracked porcelain...

She's pretty, the way her face curves into her smile when she's
Tired, tired and hungry
But she won't eat because she's
Starving, starving for the touch of
Something something unattainable something that's not
Hers, she whispers to herself that if she just skips
One, one more meal flushed down the toilet
She sits, sits stranded in the mind of a basic
Stranger, he whispers that she's beautiful but
His blonde girl who contrasts his brunette can't speak
Never can be heard, never can be seen, she's
Hungry, hungry, hungry, she can't speak because...