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mistaken identity
Nostalgia waves,
and I ignore it,
implore it to incite a
violent light in me.
It's my fault
the ley lines ignite.
A peaceful respite of blankness,
blackness.
Reach in and pull it out already,
this foreplay is edging me to pain,
the weekend's never ending.
Premedication is the devil's tongue,
as he forces it down my throat.
I choke on the irony,
unmeltable, immutable,
his chew toy, I squeak;
A pathetic excuse of,
"Well, I didn't know what I was doing",
then get off the field soldier and
right back to mama you go,
crying swaddled in enabled ineptitude.
Suck the bottle, never kiss back, and swallow that curdled elixir,
looking out with my big eyes
I blister.
and I ignore it,
implore it to incite a
violent light in me.
It's my fault
the ley lines ignite.
A peaceful respite of blankness,
blackness.
Reach in and pull it out already,
this foreplay is edging me to pain,
the weekend's never ending.
Premedication is the devil's tongue,
as he forces it down my throat.
I choke on the irony,
unmeltable, immutable,
his chew toy, I squeak;
A pathetic excuse of,
"Well, I didn't know what I was doing",
then get off the field soldier and
right back to mama you go,
crying swaddled in enabled ineptitude.
Suck the bottle, never kiss back, and swallow that curdled elixir,
looking out with my big eyes
I blister.
Published 22nd Sep 2023
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"leave love bleeding in my hands"
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Anonymous
24th Sep 2023 00:08am
like this.
his chew toy, I squeak
enjoy the variety of metaphors & allusons.
his chew toy, I squeak
enjoy the variety of metaphors & allusons.
27th Oct 2023 3:27am
This is quite expressive in emotional irony of finding oneself in abandonment, at least to me. The feeling of being alone is almost cast, whether because of chance, or recognition. Perhaps finding the familiar despair and tragedy becomes identity. If only others could understand commitment, and sacrifice, and sharing in the struggle of creating unity, peace, and prosperity in relationships. I suppose that involves intimacy and eroticism, but opposing the protagonist in this is a heavy dose of treachery and deceit in that. Anyway, I like what you depict here, in the difficulty of finding satisfaction in romance, and just general happiness with a significant other. There are many men (and women) out there that can chew you up and spit you out, if you're not careful. That's just my take. Thanks for sharing! I enjoyed reading!
