These wounds have reopened
Red scar tissue, blood leaking
Staining my clothes, turning
Shower stall red, swirling
Down the drain, clotted threads
He lifts me high, dangling legs
Twirling, my white dress whirling
Above lovely face framed dreads
Gentle and rough, is our lust
On bearskin knees bruised, lay
These wounds have reopened
Red scar tissue, blood leaking
Staining my clothes, turning
The shower red, swirling
Down the drain, clotted threads
She sits naked, exposed breast
That had my breath catch, quiet
Within a house so loud, sigh as
Fingers enter come filled cunts
I leave behind a trail of blood.
These wounds have reopened
Red scar tissue, blood leaking
Staining my clothes, turning
The shower red, swirling
Down the drain, clotted threads
They found me in the shower
A bomb exploded plaster debris
Washed in a white coffin tomb.
Function zero. It’s better now.
Collapsed. Dead. Brain: Zed.
jindaleeartemesia 
You need to find a publisher. Please make a book.
🙂 I think I’m starting to get enough for a little chapbook at least!!