Kick you while you're down

MoMurray

And I don’t know why I felt bad about it

Dip my finger in your choking iris,

Scoop out seeds with daggered knife

Roast em’ in the oven at 350*

 

Pull you long and hard like a cigarette 

Blow smoke and retch thick from where you nested

So every breath tastes less like coca cola

Crush what’s left on unforgiving pavement 

 

And I would kick the fuck out of you while you while you’re down, you know that?

Pry your mouth open at the jaw bare-handed and spit in it

Scream your eardrum bloody with all you’ve done to me

I want to feel that last sputtering desperate wet pump of your heart between the ribbed maze of my fingerprints 

 

falling in love with my inexorable anger for you is uncomplicated

Seething in the sacrilege like it’s crisp morning air 

I’ll take every word you ever gave me

Cast them solid in the molten flame of my hatred

 

Gently fold my palms to your knuckles

your hands rest over the hilt like Mother Mary

frenzied blue ringed gold beseeches a now empty wide 

Then- piercing sink, slow but unrelentless deep into your depths

 

 



  • Author: Murray (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 21st, 2022 12:18
  • Category: Unclassified
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