May 26, 2017 | Poetry, R.K. Riley
I’m not yours you can’t make it so try as you might shoving yourself in night after night tracing your name in red against my angel skin so white over and over it still won’t work right what you want what you need isn’t something you can see or touch or feel or steal...May 26, 2017 | Poetry, R.K. Riley
hush now don’t you cry says the father to his child his lips against hers tightly pinched let me kiss you, open up so I can taste the nectar of innocence and lust hush now says the father to his child reach your hand but not for mine for that place where pleasure and...May 17, 2017 | Poetry, R.K. Riley
My mother hated me the way I looked at her through my father’s pale eyes the independent insurgence of a being where she wanted a porcelain-faced doll with peachy cheeks and white stark cold skin who never blinked at her vulnerability or turned from her naked cruelty...