my smile never wavered

hidden savage desires

Wooden walls crack and creak
splintering into a thousand pieces
shards of jagged edges wielding
their deadly raging tips
blades pressing
your cold, soft, amber rubber, your flesh
bending ever-so-slightly inward
before one small weak link
gives in to the tension
falling
and dragging
the rest
ripping apart
creating that oh so
unlawful
satisfying
SLICE
that soul-ripping
TEAR
As the colour of life and death
Breathes out, free
And in your picturesque agony
Lies the border of life and death
jerk
of a bump on the road
Pulls reality unbidden back
And this perfect wooden carriage
Must continue onward.