Sweet (sweet) ruination.


The kind that still leaves you breathless at nights; wandering during days,

Sore in unexpected places,

Trembling hands, quivering lips,

Headache, black eye,

The heart pounds , my chest rips apart, undressing my skin,

Wh.. where is my wallet and what did you do to my shirt?

The veneers peel off and the masquerade can longer carry on

My body has run out of fuel, fruit, food

The flavor long gone

She’d eat you alive, my friend

I ache to be eaten– alive is what I deserve for my weak, fragility.

Have fun with that,

Yes sir, you bet I will, come again.

Photo by Brian Lawson 

This poem is a part of my debut collection Six Times Forever that you can buy from the links below.

Six Times Forever: A Poetic Recollection of Hopeless Romanticism is available on Amazon. Click on paperback or kindle to visit the appropriate links. You can also find it on Book Depository.
Click here to listen to my podcast (Panacea of Rhapsody) on Anchor.fm.

Click here to listen to my podcast (Panacea of Rhapsody) on Anchor.fm.

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