The Pressure of Musk

Mon, 03/25/2013 - 00:46 -- nyaz10

Location

96799
American Samoa

Body parts shifted.
Clothes unraveled.
Flesh rubbed and forced.
Tears fell while incubuses bread.

A broken limb.
A thrashed whim.
no pain.

A careless moan.
A rancid tone.
no sound.

This monotonous rhythm
Deep without forbearance,
Giving way to no pleasure,
Giving hope to no solace.

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