# Inside

Author: Ayla Kurone
Tags: Other, Poetry, Vore (hard), stress, vent

#1 of Poetry

The safety from the beasts is in that warm, quiet place.

Kiss my raw wounds with your tongue

flickering across burning ears,

drenching wisps of tangled hair 

as tendons come undone.

Unbending and unwinding

tightened coils of pulsing veins.

Keep searching. Knead my brain.

Count carefully your findings

as your talons work the dough,

for grains inside my aching head.

And stain the cracking riverbeds;

Let the rising floodgates go.

Source: https://sofurry.com/view/565192