Pinned*

*Adult content and sensitive material*

It's dem jeans, fuck!

Give me dat Gucci

Give me dat Prada, Banana Republic

I'll paint my walls with your style

It's dem thighs, fuck...

I'll take dat waist

I'll take dat 44" bass

I own your fuckin' sex...appeal

God damn. It's dat face, boo!

Give me dem parted lips

Spread dem birthin' hips

Cum for me baby, but don't force dat smile

Ripped, tattered and pinned

Forcibly shattered in my skin

Skewered, taken, raped - Numb

God? If there even is a God,

Why me, again? What have I done?

2015 © DNKG Pinned

Abuse Awareness Art

© LiorakPhotography - War on Women's Bodies

For help in your area: 

1. Rainn.org - USA

For international contacts: 

1. Rainn.org International Assistance

India:

India: Bhopal One Stop Crisis Centre

RAINN.org

Children's Sexual Abuse Resources and Help

England:

Children's Assault Warning Signs from the UK

Please share additional centers in your region for men, women, and children alike.

Rape and Sexual Assault does not know PREJUDICE.

It treats all humans uniformly, leaving each the same:

paralyzed in the seconds, the minutes, the lifetime

as empty porcelain vessels

 in the vast ocean of someone else's madness.

2015 © DNKG

Conundrums

Haiku Happenings

Conundrums

It is Euphoric

that soft body against mine!

Yet I pull away.

2015 © DNKG  Conundrums

Let Creation Set You Free: Poetry

A rush of pain
the flux of dread
creeping in,
up, and around
An unwelcome veil,
choking
stifling,
silencing,
freezing.

A perilous question;
Do we give in? Do we give up?
Relinquish and let go?
Do we stay, grapple
through the night,
persevering because
the Fighter must fight?

With a tiny float
in the limitless sea
facing countless dangers
from above, from below.
assess, assess, assess.
Heart racing, heart slowing
confusion and panic.
Convergence.

The life line is cast
hope sits in the water
it only needs to be touched,
brushed by another light,
 a life, a being
to have success.

Eyes meet
for the first time
light shines.
A boat drifts nearby
gazing, smiles,
huddled in warmly,
room to spare,
"You're going to make it.
Just hold on..."

The black oblivion
swallows them into the night
and here
in this limitless sea
do we wait
for the perilous question
to answer itself:
Do we give in?
Do we give up?
Relinquish and let go?