Monica Stevens - Survivor (Destiny's Child)
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Monica Stevens - Survivor (Destiny's Child)
Trying to work this damn app
Dottie X Canine Poetry
somebody on twt/x wanted this, hope it lives up to expectations...
yes we will ignore the weird shading
There is no rest for the wicked
The mind can be cruel sometimes-
Can’t it Peg?
My sleep schedule would be the first to tell you that.
But you’re more than dreams.
You’re all. You’re everything.
You’re my minds carefully curated imagery.
I watched you lick blood from your pretty English mouth like it was nothing.
Like it didn’t make my hands shake
And rive at the steel on my wrist
that bounds me to reality.
Like i didn’t want to carve down your back
With teeth
Nails
Lips
Blades
Just to make you real again.
I’ve tried, God I’ve tried
To be good. To be normal.
Easy, and still.
But you waltzed in
All patriotic for your own being,
And every alarm bell rang
I was made to obey
You were meant to cleverly
Dismantle and ruin
But not this time
Oh Peg,
You don’t quite understand.
This isn’t about wanting
This is need
The kind that you bury with bodies
The kind that you hide in the dark from
So it doesn’t eat you.
It’s an ache.
Not the sweet kind you feel
When holding a puppy
No this is the kind you smother with a pillow
Until it stops twitching.
Tell me, do you think I don’t
Dream
Of you with your spine of steel arched
Like a question mark?
Think I don’t want to answer
With tongue and teeth?
I’ve watched you take down men
Pile them to the floor
And fix your lipstick all in the same breath.
I knew you were the one.
You always will be, and darling-
The pedestal will always be yours Peg.
But this isn’t seduction, no
This is a hunt.
And I won’t be outpaced.
I won’t be out-fought.
Because you’ve already let me in,
You know that- don’t you?
You wear your righteousness and honour
With glamour, like armour.
But I’ve know what you’re really made of.
Your nakedness, vulnerability, rage
And the soft underbelly of where
Your guilt curls up on a night.
I want to drag it out of you
With my bare hands.
I want to taste your pretty little lies
And spit them back into your mouth.
I want you on your knees,
Speaking my name over and over
like an anthem you were never meant to say.
I want all of you.
I want your blood under my nails
I want you with bruises shaped like my name
I want you with my fingers curling deep inside your guilt
I want you wrecked and holy.
I want you to keep
Making me feel like a person.
Making me feel like a bomb
That’s about to go off.
And god
Between the late hours of your night
I’m going to go off Peg.
And the last thing you’ll hear me whisper is
‘Thank me’
Will post Carterwood poems hereeeeee, most of them will mainly be Dottie’s POV. Pre warning- some may contain dark, graphic detail :P