how horribly it stares at me!
a cheap martini glass, no less,
broken like a mouth on a clear clear stand
thin red lips sneering
and drip drip dripping me into the kitchen sink still.
it refuses to forget me
as i have had its tongue in me
french kissing my artery
impulsively treading
down the road
down the street
down the highway and
through the tunnel, as they say
evidently i saw no light
only red, red, red
and the circling black of sleep
how horribly it stares at me,
mocking my coward treachery
fuming at the doctors and nurses
still trampling over our affair
it hisses at my phone and all the while
drip drip dripping me onto the floors-
i must turn away, i am in its clutches still
lungs twisting for another kiss
i need a doctor, doctor, a licensed enemy
to cure me from its taste
so that i may extinguish the craving
for thin red lips sneering,
drip drip dripping me into the kitchen sink still.
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hotttt damnn
This is truly a work of art with thhe classic voice of anne sexton revelling in all its tormented beauty
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Jesus. I've been gone for too long I think. Um, all I can say about this poem is that it is haunting. As for the event...
Take care of yourself.
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i already know what this is about. well at least i think its about self harm
and i seriously want to say thank you for writing this..
if im wrong..im sorry.. but thats what i got from it. its nice to hear from you again
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