The pain and shock after a cosmetic piercing goes wrong. The effects this has on an already fragile person.
Wounded for vanity
Needle-shot to my head
She tore up my payment
And left me for dead
Zombie in shockwaves
Red from my face
Wading through treacle
A blood fuelled race
My eyes will not open
Senses raw nerved
Day out observers
Surround the observed
Blood masks the person
Disguises the soul
Spotlights attraction
Involuntary role
Unwilling film star
No camera to cut
No curtain to hide me
A junkie-faced slut
Relief for their boredom
Something to see
A clean holy judgement
And all of it free
Pain like an accident
Shock shaking flight
Struggling senseless
Away from the light
Craving for poison
To make me no more
Torturous journey
This red dripping whore
Sanctuary nearing
Shreds of my mind
Audience milling
Critics unkind
A saving door closes
Arms holding me up
Tears like a downpour
Blood in a cup
Hysterical horror
A bottle of calm
Poisoning gladly
I welcome the harm
World fading downwards
The other comes in
Her face isn’t bleeding
Perfection her skin
Taking me over
Letting me rot
Tempting my lover
With things I am not
It seems I’m returning
As I’m backing away
My job here is over
I’m done for the day
Resigning my lifework
Abdicate trust
Sun settling with me
Sea turning to rust
I leave you abandoned
No thought for your pain
Getting out swiftly
The fleeing insane
I go to the dark side
Where demons allow
my entry with reverence
And laugh as they bow
In darkness for hours
I live and I breathe
You imagine I’m in there
What lies I do weave
Eventually surfaced
No longer light
A poisoned transfusion
Replacing with spite
Do everything for me
Fulfil every whim
I’ll repay in torture
And break every limb
I know how to hurt you
I hit where it harms
You console and hold me
In safe loving arms
For days I am nowhere
My wound scabs and scars
Lying in gutters
Not seeing the stars
My so-patient lover
You watch and you wait
Where unkinder souls would
Abandon to fate
Many days later
Emerging from black
Re-enter my body
And tell you I’m back
Face lined with worry
Eyes red from no sleep
You hold me and kiss me
Red eyes start to weep
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