Jasmin Lyle Smith

Her Routine

Teeth Through Your Hair In The Morning,

Clamped  In Hot Irons And Subdued,

Tied Up And Left To Hang,

Don't Forget To Cake On Your Mask.

Colors, Colors,

So Many Colors, More Than Even The Rainbow

Inspections Go Badly, Many Failures Are Thrown To The Floor

Even The Norrowed Down Winners Look Iffy

Colors, Colors,

Must Pick The Right Colors

Straps, Chains , And Bands,

Which To Pick, Which To Pick,

Perhaps Plastic,

Perhaps Silver,

Or Perhaps Gold,

But You're Not Done Yet,

Which Tonic Will Poison You Today?

Cherry Red?

A Bright Yellow Screwdriver To Tear Down Your Throat,

It Stings.

But You Don't Stop.

The Poison Gives You Temporary Release.

A Venamous Tonic. It's Worth It In The End.

Next You Throw Yourself To The Mattress,

Pleasure Becomes Pain,

Happiness Becomes Sadness,

But You Don't Stop,

You Can't Stop,

You Need It.

His Strong Hands Against Your Skin

Scarlet Dripping Down Your Chin,

With A Mask Caked To Your Face, He Can't Tell,

He Doesn't Care What You Really Feel.

The Colors, The Poison, His Torture Chamber,

It's All Worth It.

Anything To Keep Yourself Alive.

I watch You Destroy Everything We Had Because You Think You're Dead.

Anything Is Worth It.

 . . . . Is It Really?