dull eyes drooling on dull cheeks
lifeless slump
flashings of raw flesh
buttocks mooning doggedly
cheeks and bluish plaster
pockmarked with cabbage green mold
the stickiness of her mouth & the stench of her buttocks
still lingers
left acrid dark rings on the ceiling
& sloppy mouths
don't remember the last time he felt clean since
yellowed eyes singe
what he liked best were dark things, she simpered
as she unhooks her bones
and crawled into the room only on her palms
expounding w/ jaundiced eyes & crusted mouths
smeagol was less ugly
shudder and lose control
dizziness, mania, repulsions and disgust & dirty
crazily pouring bleach everywhere
violently breaking
until he lay alone on the now unsoiled floor
YOU ARE READING
always raining - Poetry
Poetryｍｙ ｈｅａｒｔ ｈａｓ ｂｅｅｎ ｒａｉｎｉｎｇ ｉｎｔｏ ｍｙ ｓｏｕｌ ｅｖｅｒ ｓｉｎｃｅ ｗｅ ｍｅｔ．．． ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʀᴀɪɴᴅʀᴏᴘꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅʀɪꜰᴛ ....ꜱᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ ǝuoɓ ǝɹ,ʎǝɥʇ ǝɹoɟǝq ɯǝɥʇ ɥɔʇɐɔ os˙˙˙˙ ʇɟıɹp llıʍ sdoɹpuıɐɹ ǝʞıl sʇɥɓnoɥʇ ǝsǝɥʇ
