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