Pornography

Dancing on broken glass, our breasts drenched in shades of blood and
wine. Our mouths swallow semen and poison, harlots and sinners,
cursed angels and martyred saints.

Diseased and enlightened, abandoned on a whim.

Divided between Hell and Heaven, sanity and lunacy. Dragged down to
our knees, beaten and taken, moonlight alone knows of our sins. Hated
and betrayed, can a rose experience blasphemy’s rape?

Drunk, we laugh and pretend it is the end.

Deceived and corrupt, lost beyond all hope of salvation. Bitten by a
darkness that only the dark could know. A smile, a scream, sacrificed on
the altar of demons and wayward angels.

Deeper and deepest points of penetration and mutilation. Condemned
to mortal suffering, guilt and fear caressing and tormenting. The Devil
may have our hearts, enslaved to his insanity. Broken dolls within his
innocent corruption.