wring around the molten whimpers

airlift me  
from beneath the thumb  
of years of pressure treated days  
for i am turmoil, fossilized

wring me of this filth  
where piranhas feed  
from my abraded skin  
grab my balls and pull me  
into dark corners of void  
ripen time  
with that mustard and vinegar stare  
pickle me in cruelty’s juice  
show me the doors you close  
around the swarm of my mind  
and the swell of my ache  
drench me in your no’s  
fine me - as your outlet  
your own stress ball  
to squeeze out your own day’s woe  
let there be pleasure for at least one  
for i  
deserve only  
perpetual penance
Written by poetrician
Published | Edited 7th Aug 2019
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