Analysis of Fall from grace.

My presence is not admitted nor
welcomed unless my skin is raw
and stripped like a butcher’s meat.
False smiles of fake confidence attempt
to cover me with pearlised silk sheets,
but I lay bare and exposed.
I feel your sharp teeth in the subaqueous depths
of your kisses, and I am breathless.
I didn’t want this,
but I wanted you and thus I forgot my own well-being for yours.

I never really wanted this.

You sink your teeth into me once more,
I scream under our embracement.
I grabbed for the lifeline,
but the rope burns my nestled snug hands,
so you let me fall.
Your touch both consoles and devastates me.