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Security Breach (Micah Caswell-Baton Rouge, LA)


The hardness cracked
Shards of ice, glass, stone—
Whatever had encased that pulsing piece of me—
Rushed from the center
They scattered in all directions
Toward the surface
One touch had done this
Now sharp peaks were erupting—
Piercing the surface of my body from the inside
As each of these daggers—
Which I had molded myself—
Freed itself from the prison within me
Warmth burst from the gaps
Left in my skin
Not just warmth, but warm liquid
Liquid that trickled and out
Down surfaces, no longer smooth, but broken
These red rivers that wished to escape the confines of my body
Served as a reason, an excuse, an invitation
For lips and tongue to further explore
These explorations more thrilling than the touch
The rhythm quickened inside
It beat with more intensity
It became quicker, and quicker still
Until I thought there to be no choice
I had to stop this
My body could handle no more
And then
I was thrown into ecstasy
Body and all
The eyes that were married to the smiling lips and resting tongue
Looked down at my spasming body
I had been freed

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