voiceless lips

Stained red bricks

Line the strip of haunted dreams

A wave of steps

So routine

That they are walked within the same indents

Toe to heel

A dark angel

Fag

Burning between her cock stroking hands

Brittle they are now

Long past her prime

But

Still trapped in mind

I can feel her screams emulating from her body

Her voiceless lips tell stories

Of sexual conquests

Though

Cleopatra she is not-

On all fours

Choked

Forehead smacking the wall

Matching the ageless creaks of bed

No pleasure tonight

No love

No hugs

Cuddles or sweet whispers

She is a tool

Mechanical flesh

Pounded into form

Hard blows of steel

A mould is set

A mould

That walks the stained red bricks

That line the strip

6/15/09

                                                                                                Written at: Itaewon strip