Mild discomfort,
just a pinch
an angel on the ceiling
fallen
for lies
jabbed with an iron rod
in internal organs
up in internal flames
wounded while awake, wide
open
externally irrational
in the processing unit
sweat and blurry vision
salt on cheeks
bearing the mark of
the anxiety
and of being born without protrusion
so the howling in the chamber
will be muffled
so it can be filled with cum
without discomfort for the intruders.