Existent

Night's Escape.

Fingers like paint brushes,

Dirty my skin with a shallow image of a woman

Markings visible, flesh on display

Peeling her humanity away and

I close my eyes to dream that-

In the darkness of my mind

That I am more than a man's gateway to

Supreme pleasure and

I am not a pitstop for his ship to

Rest its overworked body in the threshold of

the rose that unfurls between my legs

I slam the doors, I

Shut the windows

He is not coming in-

The port of my waters running

Cascading through veins of broken

Hemlines, that keep me together

Though my vessel is unfurnished

Delicate make,

I will not give him the power,

To tear the material of the being

He believes he can defile

With such little effort-

Now don't you dare cry-

I dream,

In starless nights

to un-feel the clamber

of palms that crawl

up twisted, ruined tubes

inside my stomach- waiting

like predators wait on the prey

of what they create

I dream to be seen

As more than just sheep

Accepting the teeth of wolves

Sinking into the base of our throats

Without a scream- as though it were our purpose.