Heroin, Meth, Cocaine
and still you are my favorite
fill me up-
top me up
do me hard and rough
fuck me till i love myself
fuck me till dawn
do me on the porcelain tile
do me in front of your mother
rub your fingers the way you know
show me your dark side
and i’ll show you my fun side
eat me up
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chew on me like the little flesh
on frail bones can regenerate
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and then
i’m the trash collection
left on the curb-
like i’m only worth it on sundays
stranded and alone
i feel no pain
you asked for my lifestyle
you asked for beauty and i rage
and although rage has consumed me
at least- beauty is not far behind
there’s still human meat
between these teeth
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Author:
Yael Olalde-Garcia (
Offline) - Published: July 13th, 2025 21:28
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Comments2
I’m guessing this poem is for 18+
Yes, Yes it is. i apologize for not putting the warning. thank you for pointing it out. i’ve gone ahead and made the change.
Gritty, grimy, dark a poem of use, abuse that conveys feelings of rebellion, anger, hedonism wrapped in addiction be it drugs or sex all for a thrill. It expresses it well in this poem
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