A Note to the Victim
Sweet and swollen lips that drip poison sugary as honey
Ain't it funny, honey
That all the compliments given to you were just some sort of advance payment?
Somehow that means he, she, we can use your body as we please, like a swinging door.
Spidery and itchy fingers that linger on lower backs and shoulders
Smoldering in you
Eventually this type of touch, this unwanted touch will be your favorite of a long line of pain
Somehow that means he, she, we can use your body as we please, like a swinging door.
Ain't it funny, yes it's funny, how no matter how you say no you still end up in a bedroom and choked on a bed wishing you were dead than here. Longing to disappear instead of being a lone sheer rag doll draped over the banister.
Somehow that means he, she, we can use your body as we please, like a swinging door. As we please.
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The Aggravated Mind
PoetryEmbracing a new pattern or rhythm of life. Taking on new ways of thinking and washing away the old. A sweet love of verse and song. My heart will go on. *Author's note* Note will be random insight to the poems of this book.
