- Category: Community Poetry
- Written by Uniquely...Disfunctional
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Stings like hot grease
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.