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Spin My Skull
She resembled a skinny mannequin perched high on a gawdy
bistro chair.
Ivory legs crossed, she sits with
black-X vinyl stickers she wears
as pasties over her absent breasts.
Worn out ideas falling out like
strands of hair that smell of scorched
apricots and fermented pears.
Spin my skull to taste your voice
you are everything that's wrong
with me.
Kiss me, as I spit pollution and cough.
Let me nurse fluid from your
flower as if death were made of
indigo fabric studded with fake
diamonds.
Drain me, leave the edges of my
bones intact for ambiance.
Inject me with your memory as I
watch you deep throat sin
Crimson ribbons wrap your narrow
waist the frayed edges catch
on burs
My courage to erase you slips away
in nocturnal silence
My frustration eternally lives
bistro chair.
Ivory legs crossed, she sits with
black-X vinyl stickers she wears
as pasties over her absent breasts.
Worn out ideas falling out like
strands of hair that smell of scorched
apricots and fermented pears.
Spin my skull to taste your voice
you are everything that's wrong
with me.
Kiss me, as I spit pollution and cough.
Let me nurse fluid from your
flower as if death were made of
indigo fabric studded with fake
diamonds.
Drain me, leave the edges of my
bones intact for ambiance.
Inject me with your memory as I
watch you deep throat sin
Crimson ribbons wrap your narrow
waist the frayed edges catch
on burs
My courage to erase you slips away
in nocturnal silence
My frustration eternally lives
Published 4th Feb 2023
Author's Note
Re written from archives for frustration competition
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4th Feb 2023 6:55am
Dear WW,
This has, for me, in addition to frustration, a ghostly sense of loss
“black-X vinyl stickers she wears
as pasties over her absent breasts.” was an interesting phrase. You’ve captured a very delicate blend of sadness, loss and frustration. I wish you all the best for this comp. H🌷
This has, for me, in addition to frustration, a ghostly sense of loss
“black-X vinyl stickers she wears
as pasties over her absent breasts.” was an interesting phrase. You’ve captured a very delicate blend of sadness, loss and frustration. I wish you all the best for this comp. H🌷
