Still Alive

Still Alive...

The cancer of mediocrity has taken root in my character.

I seek only that which is comfortable.

My goal is that which will require the least effort on my part.

I have become complacent.

My future, as blank as the expression on my face.

No aspirations. No plan. No point.

I just am, with only my existence to validate me. I am certain I have begun to not even care or notice the weeds growing up around my immobile legs.

Wrapped up tight, pressed down, beaten and exhausted from the struggle, I can hear the shallow echo from my broken spirit. Calling from the depths of this void I've created.

Ever so faintly, she calls to me...

"I'm... still... alive!"

Stupid Girl

You don't love me.

And I am a stupid girl.

Your eyes tell me I'm not the one.

But I am a stupid girl.

I offer my passionate kisses; the lust of my flesh. The warmth from my breast.

And I am a stupid, stupid girl.

You take all I give, every bit of me. Spend my love until not a drop is left.

But I am a stupid girl.

Open. Me. Up. To you.

Fill me with your need, satisfy yourself. Find shelter in this dark place filled with erotic sighs like satin. Exotic moans like silk.

There is temporary comfort in our whispers... but none of it is true.

So cover me with soft lies, because... I am a stupid girl.

But I am a stupid, stupid girl.