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Consuming Fire
Licking my wounds.
Recovering from the pain.
Is it supposed to
feel this way?
Empty, cold, and dejected.
Ashamed of not enjoying it.
Radiating heat filling me up
from my pelvic floor.
Somehow, I am wanting more.
More of the pain
without it there’s
no freedom for what
lies between my legs.
I am ashamed of
how it leaks, throbs,
& pulsates for more.
Maybe one more time,
it won’t feel this way?
The all consuming fire
that takes me to
hotels with strange men.
Maybe it gets better
Or the best it will ever get?
But the high weighs more
in the moment.
To keep me sailing
away from the fear
and shame.
With the pain,
I do it anyway
Slowly as my heart, soul,
& sanity fade away
While my pelvic floor screams
to breathe
While my body crumbles
from the destruction
a single man brings.
Copyright ©
Kendall Moon
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