Darkest Days|| Poetry and Prose

Magic at work

Dirty looks shoot from my eyes

You're begging for release and telling me your mine.

Youre kept at the edge with my magical form.

Naked, other than the jewels you adore.

Telling me you're low while you hold me up high.

Imperfect beauty shows in the way that you cry.

You know the explosion isn't due to you, yet you plead.

You only become more needy the more you show your greed.

Thinking you could convince me, but we know you won't succeed.

Seven days in and you can't take anymore.

The builds at the top as you drag yourself across the floor.

Your eyes search for mine and find the sparkling glee.

I get you into position and make you count to three.

I click my fingers with a smirk on my face.

You become undone with immediate disgrace.

Your body shakes and your eyes tear up.

Begging for it to stop, I depart the room with a final "Good luck".