Archive for the Odd Category
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I write to get it out –
An infestation of an emotion
Breeding upon stray mongrels
of an emotion
Quivering, downward looking
eager for a petting
timid, in approaching
and settles for the stroking
of an ego
Before “Ouwch! Mother fucker!” biting – !
my careless hand.
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So what with the fucking
The pretense
That I’m too perfect
Too easy
To like, to disprove
If she ever asked you
Ostracized
Shed like skin
The slithering snake
Incites an event
Your blood couldn’t be
Colder
When it’s hot
Under my body
Am I nobody
In this moment
That you could doubt
You and me
As a possibility
Go on.