Who told you to breathe?
I spoke as I tied her panties around her throat
The creaking from her throat
Laced her lips with viper venom
Made her taste what death could be like
She loved it
Don't let her lie
She loved as her entrails were spilled
As the cough syrup leaked out
Her spread legs still open
As my knee graced her clit
Tongue gracing her neck slit
Her blood tasted like hopelessness
I stood up
Walked to the chair
Sit down as the ball dropped
Another year to fear
Another women dead from her husband
That damn president still won't change that
Hell am I any better?
Just contributing to a problem
I so dearly hate.
YOU ARE READING
The Extras and unreleased
PoesiaExtra poems that I never felt were good enough or just never released. Some of these poems will be incomplete such as the untitled ones. Some will be weird tackling abstract ideas. I do however think that these poems deserve to see the light. Who kn...
