I rise from ashes of taboo and sting,a coiled whisper beneath everything—my silence cuts, but my silence heals,a blade that knows how Death feels. I burn with secrets I never share,smolder beneath a scorpion stare;each line I pen, a venomous...

             “Kisses and tongue on her lips will taste so sweetJust another stone laid on the road of her becoming a freak,            “Her clothing along with resistance has already been lostNow bare skin and open womb awaits the cuming...