Fleshy tears are eating my heart;
Skin melts off my bone.
I am painting the sheets with
A coat of myself -
Not a woman, but a stain.
Something to be washed out
And forgotten.
You are a lead sprinkler.
What is it that you hold?
It has an enchanting metal glint
And so I sip it when it is poured.
My throat is long gone,
My stomach worn;
It is swallowing my ribs.
It is not just pain -
It is pain that glitters.
Pain that is precious.
Pain with value.
Pain that others pay for.
Pain that you give freely
And so grateful I should be.
You are now an empty case
And I am a puddle on
The bedspread.
You must go home,
Refill yourself
And hunt for a new girl
To burn.
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Author:
draculazy (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 12th, 2017 06:40
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Dark and juicy, this one. I like it. Congratulations, and welcome to MPS!
Thank you!!!
Welcome to MPS, Becca!
'I am painting the sheets with a coat of myself', wonderful writing. Your poem drew me in and did not let go to the last line.
Thank you so much!
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