The Rust
Hidden silent taking over.
What once was iron is now dust.
But I am but a nail.
Willing to be crushed
I sit amongst them.
Many watch their step
Pointing straight up
I crave to be
Stepped
Stomped
Crushed
A rusty nail
Piercing so harshly
Through mind and health
Unbearable and orgasmic
Revealing in such unhealth
This nail needs me
To be dragged across me
To penetrate
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Author:
NonJ (
Offline) - Published: March 3rd, 2024 08:44
- Category: Reflection
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