A Poem About Corruption

I wrote this after a conversation about corruption with a fellow Substacker. There was a challenge made about filthy writing. I forgot to post this at the time, so I might as well post it now.

Corruption

“There’s a fiery thunder in your soul,”
he says. I smile because he doesn’t
know the half of it —
doesn’t hear the ruin beneath the thunder,
the quiet things that rot.

“…and I find it incredible.”
Smirk. Wink.
Thinks he’s discovered something rare,
something he thinks he can hold.
Something that will soften between his fingers,
bend, submit, without consequence.

Little does he know —
I am not fire.
Fire consumes. Fire can be extinguished.
I linger.
I remain in the breath you take before you are
undone.

I am unbreakable in your hands.
So wet, so open, so stretched
but never broken.

Come closer. Cum. Closer.
You don’t need to touch me yet —
you’re already changing.
Already softening at the edges,
already letting me in.

Taste the corruption.
It begins as sweetness, always does.
A slow, warm seep as you push into
the bloodstream.
I am a suggestion dressed as desire,
a wanting that doesn’t feel like yours.
And you do want.
You are human.

You think you understand —
you and your clever words,
your knowing hunger,
your borrowed confidence.

But I have undone men like you before.

I have watched them unravel
thread by thread,
watched certainty curdle into need,
watched need hollow them out
until there was nothing left
but the echo of me.

The thought of me is dangerous.
The reality —
inevitable.

And when you realise
what you’ve become,
what I’ve made of you,
it will already be too late.

On your knees.
Not forced —
chosen.
Perverted, subverted — exposed.
I’ll take you beneath, in the dark, under
the wolfmoon. Down where the air is thick
with wanting, where everything softens,
where everything gives.
Split you open,
come inside.
You won’t feel the moment it happens —
only the after.

You think there’s thunder in my soul.
But it’s the lightning you should fear.
It illuminates the rake in you,
the need for more than you have.
I will shake the ground beneath your feet
and leave you altered, alone after the storm.