nameless, faceless and fucked

(written for the interpretive art competition)

I lost my face in the crowd
became just another girl
a fuck, a friend, a discarded condom
on the sidewalk
among the cigarette butts
and broken beer bottles

I hitched my skirt and hung myself
on the rusted basement chains
for you
my legs open and inviting
waiting for you to slide beneath my skin
and fuck me into the walls, the floor
… anywhere but here

You took my head and you fucked it
pulled my soul out through my cunt
and hung it on a meat hook
to carve up and set on fire
your darkness pulsating inside me
with the intensity of an atomic bomb
on the verge of apocalyptic destruction

You took my face and kissed it
peeled my skin away from my bones
told me you loved me
as you exploded inside me
and left me to hobble home
on broken stilettos
faceless, nameless and fucked

© Indie Adams 2014