Ashtray

Syd

She had a face like a
Working mens club ashtray
Crumpled cigarettes
Smouldering with anger

In moments like these
It's best to stay silent...

If I told the truth I'd be lying

She's now off to bed
After insisting I come home
I pretend to eat a plastercine pizza
It sticks to my teeth and gums
Like sausage bodge

She makes assumption of
What I've been up to
She knows me like Jodie Foster 
Knows Hannibal Lecter

I'm a piss taking c**t
And I respect her

 

  • Author: Syd (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 27th, 2020 19:28
  • Category: Love
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Comments1

  • MelissaJA

    Strong imagery here. "crumpled cigarettes smouldering with anger" -such a good descriptive line

    • Syd

      Thank you so much Melissa. Apologies for the extremely late reply.

      -Syd



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