Submissions by Betty
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Welcome to the villain era.
Can I borrow your cock for a quick scrub?
#lust
#sex
#erotic
353 reads
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I heard you the first f**king time
i asked
if you
wanted
to be
in my life
and you
(never)
answered....
i heard that.
(never)
i heard it
loud and clear
if you
wanted
to be
in my life
and you
(never)
answered....
i heard that.
(never)
i heard it
loud and clear
#love
#regret
#heartbroken #minimalist
#heartbroken #minimalist
299 reads
18 Comments
Respite care in emotional Hospice
I pushed the button
to get another hit from
the morphine drip
while phlegm rattled
in my chest
the hospice staff
had me piled down
with blankets
which made
the ache from
my bloodless veins
a little more focused
And I lay there,
basking in comfort
that smelled of rot
waiting for the pain
to end, day to end,
life to end, same as
every day since
you chewed
my heart out
with rat teeth
and lover’s tongue.
The all-enduring agony
is bearable...
to get another hit from
the morphine drip
while phlegm rattled
in my chest
the hospice staff
had me piled down
with blankets
which made
the ache from
my bloodless veins
a little more focused
And I lay there,
basking in comfort
that smelled of rot
waiting for the pain
to end, day to end,
life to end, same as
every day since
you chewed
my heart out
with rat teeth
and lover’s tongue.
The all-enduring agony
is bearable...
#love
#heartbroken
198 reads
14 Comments
shrinkage
#anger
#love
#heartbroken #minimalist
#heartbroken #minimalist
173 reads
28 Comments
Tomorrow, and other nihilistic folderol (Macbeth, 5.5.16-28)
When madness beseeches me
to break my body against
the pliant ground
I think of the kind lips
I tasted yesterday
and all my yesterdays culminate
into one ethereal instant
because time has no meaning,
no bearing, no recourse, no match,
it’s stretched out in an infinite string
of sped-up needless nights
and lived in one
checkered photograph
at a time with no future ahead
and but a few ...
to break my body against
the pliant ground
I think of the kind lips
I tasted yesterday
and all my yesterdays culminate
into one ethereal instant
because time has no meaning,
no bearing, no recourse, no match,
it’s stretched out in an infinite string
of sped-up needless nights
and lived in one
checkered photograph
at a time with no future ahead
and but a few ...
#sadness
#anger
#grief #despair
#grief #despair
257 reads
25 Comments
Toasting marshmallows
#love
#lust
#passion
151 reads
17 Comments
As a cat person
I want
to pet a dog
in a public park
under a flawless sky
on a windy day.
I want to sit
quietly on a bench
as my hair moves in the breeze
and my phone is forgotten
to be
alone with my thoughts
and unafraid to think them,
abandoned with my emotions
and unafraid to feel them,
with nothing in my mind
save the way
this dappled day
passes with ease,
and how lovely it is
to watch someone play ball
with their dog.
I want to be real
in this moment,
...
to pet a dog
in a public park
under a flawless sky
on a windy day.
I want to sit
quietly on a bench
as my hair moves in the breeze
and my phone is forgotten
to be
alone with my thoughts
and unafraid to think them,
abandoned with my emotions
and unafraid to feel them,
with nothing in my mind
save the way
this dappled day
passes with ease,
and how lovely it is
to watch someone play ball
with their dog.
I want to be real
in this moment,
...
#SelfReflection
212 reads
34 Comments
Disjointment
#anger
#love
#lust
#sex
#passion
339 reads
33 Comments
Chose Your Own Adventure- page 62
#love
#sex
#passion #obsession
#passion #obsession
186 reads
20 Comments
Whispered insomnia
#love
#lust
#sex #obsession
#sex #obsession
365 reads
38 Comments
Enola Gay
I hurl myself at you
like a fucking aerial bomber
on a kamikaze mission,
uncaring in the moment
if we both blow the fuck up
I drag you to the ground
screaming
no
against your lips as we
kneel and our noses mash
as my sobs spill past
my lashes
We’re in a hero pose
as the shrapnel rains on us,
I hit your pecs with the meaty
parts of my fists
choking
no
with each strike
and you try...
like a fucking aerial bomber
on a kamikaze mission,
uncaring in the moment
if we both blow the fuck up
I drag you to the ground
screaming
no
against your lips as we
kneel and our noses mash
as my sobs spill past
my lashes
We’re in a hero pose
as the shrapnel rains on us,
I hit your pecs with the meaty
parts of my fists
choking
no
with each strike
and you try...
#love
#heartbroken
346 reads
34 Comments
Puling Juliet (what’s in a name)
My back arches
in requiem of
our loss
the only thing
I ever wanted
to be called was…
Yours.
in requiem of
our loss
the only thing
I ever wanted
to be called was…
Yours.
#love
#regret
#minimalist #obsession
#minimalist #obsession
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17 Comments
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