Until There is Nothing Left

I want you to consume me.
Swallow me whole --
I will contort my self to fit within your gaping stomach.

I want you to annihilate me.
Shatter my glass body
into a million suffering shards
so that I may sliver into your foot,
burrow into your skin, violating my home.

I want you to dominate me.
Make me your miniscule slave girl,
only good for washing and groveling,
groveling at your feet, O my Master.
If I dare to disappoint, unleash a thousand leather lashes
upon my fair, quivering flesh.

I want, I want, I want.
There is nothing left to say.
I want, I want, I want.

Death.
To be a translucent appartion dislodged into oblivion.
Silence.
To be your dream, your nightmare,
the poison luring you into sin.
The weakness in your knees and the hard knot in your stomach.

There is nothing, nothing, nothing left to say.
Make me yours until there is nothing left of me.