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  Aug 2014 Ashley Lopez
Giovanna
I sit at my desk
With an empty mind,
An empty inside,
In an empty house
in an empty room
on a lonely street
in a lonley town
without anything to eat.
"she" wont let me be free
im alone no matter what i do,
theres no escape.
theres nothing i can do,
be warned,
"she" will take over you.
***
Whisper softly
Against my ear
Tell me things
I want to hear

Let's do it again
Day and night
Pull my hair
Make me fight

Touch me more
Add whip cream
Make me moan
In this *** dream
  Aug 2014 Ashley Lopez
David Crum
Rough ,Wet, Make it hurt
Sore in the morning
No time to flirt
No love, no whispers
Not even a kiss
Like animals, Mechanical
Tasting this
Bruises, teeth marks,
hickeys, thirst
*******, licking, Harder, grinding
The spot, Almost
Screaming, finding
Spasm, tightening
******, blinding
  Aug 2014 Ashley Lopez
Just Melz
First touch
First kiss,  bliss
I lick my lips
The tension releases
This feeling I feel
A sickness
This desire builds
All this touching
Still can't get my fill
Craving that look
Of passion in your eyes
Your disguise,
The satisfaction
Of friction,  sweat
Dripping between crevaces
Following the path
The moisture leaves a trail
To the bottom of the ocean
Explosion
Keep going
To the flame inside
It burns,  for you
Steady and hard
I feel this hunger
Quench my thirst
A slow and soft kiss,
First
Then it's just enough
The volcano erupts
Fall down,  bliss
It all started
With one sweet kiss
Ashley Lopez Aug 2014
The hunger pains are so strong, they're earth-shattering.
It feels like my ribs will crack open, like the sidewalk during an earthquake.
My stomach is excavating itself from its very depth,
twisting and turning and rumbling, like the molten lava from an erupting volcano.
The pains come in waves,
like the rippling tides as the tsunami approaches.
Though sudden they have come,
the damage is already done.
Trigger warning
Ashley Lopez Aug 2014
Ten
One pill was too little,
Two was just enough.
Three was to push the limit.
Four was to prove it wasn't a bluff.
Five was to be thin.
Six was for the hell of it.
Seven was to purge myself from within.
Eight was for my hipbones to stick out like knives.
Nine was to ensure that I might not wake up alive.

Ten little pills, she held them in her hand
Threw them all away, to let her spirit mend.
Supported by her craftsmen,
poets and good friends
She realized, she's not alone
She'll be strong once again.
Credit to Ana Sophia for the happy ending she gave me.
  Aug 2014 Ashley Lopez
Jaee Derbéssy
What was utmost
enamoring
about her,
was how she could
see something
filled with darkness,
but still manage
to see genuine
beauty.
How,
not just her kindness,
but grace,
roared
so loudly
that even the most
bitter
human being
teared up.
Not help
but to feel strongly,
yet
dangerously
drawn to her
aura & soul.
A miracle
is what
she was,
and still is
to this day.
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