Nails

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