Plot-Story - The Red Riding Hood Example

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You 

I have been looking for you

to feel your eyes on me 

read 

comprehend 

analyse

speak 

repeat me 

I don't know your shape

I just want you 

to let me 

roll 

on your tongue 

breathe 

your lips

allow

me to hold you

let me 

surprise you

stay,

go, 

like a dream you don’t remember

You 

may love me

sing me

change

me

get lost

remain...

but right now?

I am

this.

- Titled ‘With love from Paper’

Mirror

A look at my lover's face
And I see a mirror
The circles under my eyes
Are now as heavy as his


I presume the fate of a heart
that loves to heal an injured one
is quite the same -

It's not his fault I got cut

from the reflection of myself

I saw in him. 

a figment of my reality

your mind is a live painting 

I can see my strokes 

on your conscience 

and your mistakes 

reflect on my 

inability to draw 

how I wish 

you lived on canvas instead

so I could

fuck you up 

and call it 

Abstract art. 

Stranger

People ask me
How is it that I live in a stranger city
That I visit far away strange places
Laugh with strange people

I tell them
I have been raised by strangers
Known- unknown were but a divide of time
That I have been passed from strange hands to stranger
That every one in my life have shown
how the best of them could be
Stranger.

Strip the flesh, Salt the wound. (Chant of a Masochrist)

STRIP THE FLESH, SALT THE WOUND

His wounds

Like parted lips kissing

The coffin on his back.

Strip the flesh, salt the wound.

Crack of leather discipline,

Whips through the arid air

Caressing the skin with scars.

Strip the flesh, Salt the wound.

Above his brow

Rests a crown,

Thorns prickly sweet.

Strip the flesh, Salt the wound.

Mallet crashes from on high

Nail driven through flesh

Wood suckles like a hungry babe.

Strip the flesh, Salt the wound.

Behold his form

Stretched against the oak

Revel in the pain

Strip the flesh, Salt the wound.

Sin shalt only be cleansed by pain

He suffered so we did not,

The selfish prick.

Strip the flesh, Salt the wound.

The Salesman

THE SALESMAN

Hello,

May I bother you for a minute?

I sell in fake smiles.

It will cost you nothing,

On my honour I swear.

The trick is

To pull your lips back,

Just so.

Expose the first molars,

Just so.

Notice

Just how my canines

Show the fierceness

Of my joy.

If you wish you can,

Use your fingers

To pull apart the sides,

Just so.

It may be hard to talk,

However,

The pure beauty of it,

Is you don't have to talk

At all.