I relish this burning sting on my cheek
This explosion of feeling spreading through
I'll spit more salted words your way
Just to stoke that fire in your face
And smile the devil of a smile
When you burn so hard it's blood I can taste
That blood that misted over and dried out
The moment kissing you was mere habit
And touching you was nothing to dream about
God, the sight of those tears make my blood rush
Hit me again...
Hit me again...
Hit me again...
And shoot me with those angry eyes
The ones that fold bounds of hurt in every look
And reflect the emotions you so love to hide
Curse and scream and break something else
Bite me when I force your mouth to mine
Kick and scratch and strive to push me off
Burry your nails into my skin
It makes me fire when it's me you try to fight
Come on, pull me deeper into that tide
Pull my hair, squeeze me tight, and then...
The next time I see fit to say,
"The chicken is dry, again."
Please, my Love
Won't you please slap me once more, then?
Author notes
I pick option...Love?
I tried to keep it short, raw, and to the point. I think there is an element of the "lack of emotion" you talked about...but I'm not so sure it's as prevalent as you wanted, SO if you'd like me to withdraw from the contest I understand.
A contest entry
- seven super prompts to select from. by sharptooth.
550 points, ended January 13, 23 entries
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Comments
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Wow. I was kind of surprised by it because everytime you post now your poems always seem so aggressive and unhappy. I don't know man, sounds like you need to date some women sweet as candy to soften you up!
It was very vivid though and I felt like I was there with you. So you maybe be rusty but you still got it. 
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I was shocked, when I read this poem I was pretty sure you chose the masochistic option - it definitely seems to suit that option, perchance more than the love one.
You did some good things with repetition here, with saying "hit me again. hit me again etc." & repitition of the word blood in: "When you burn so hard it's blood I can taste That blood that misted " etc.
There were a few spots where I thought there was some awkward word phrasing: "Into my skin burry nails of soft" where the word might have been selected based upon the rhyme.
I thought you did well
thanks so much for entering
hope you enjoyed participating
and best of luck in the contest!
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