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Stings like hot grease

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The tirade of empty words

from an unfeeling heart

falling down to the molten pit

as he regurgitates into my lap

the words that sting like hot grease

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I lay-stand fuzzy falling straight still-

As he takes his bowie knife and guts me

de-pelts me and flings my carcass over into

the pool of soured regrets he left boiling,

Shouldnt I have felt that?

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Now I long to be numb again,

I lay awake most nights remembering,

As he is most surely forgetting by now-

His tender kiss, my first endeavor, forevermore vacant,

As I careen this empty sea; with out him.

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The first line of the second stanza has a dreamy feeling and sets up the rest of the poem very well. Well done, Leslie.

Joshua Hennen
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Very raw... well done

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