eye bug / I, bug

amysliterature

blonde and pure in front of me

my hair a field of disgrace

a tortured mess with rotting lungs

massive, red face

dry eyes and dirty nails

absent psyche

would you hold me

I ask the angel

no answer

her black habit

dripping with my blood

  • Author: amysliterature (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 17th, 2023 14:24
  • Comment from author about the poem: I am back still tortured
  • Category: Surrealist
  • Views: 6
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  • David Wakeling

    Very impactful.I'm not sure what is going on here but hey what would I know

    • amysliterature

      you don’t t need to know what’s going on all I want to do is trigger certain feelings 🙂

    • Neville


      reads like a Dali but feels like a kidney punch delivered while trying to focus .. and in my book, that makes for good reading ..
      write on amysliterature .. Neville

      • amysliterature

        thank you so much I feel so happy right now because of your comment 🙂



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