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Once Again
The phone rings
I know what he wants
They say misery loves company
Well here i am
Spread my fucking legs
Pay no mind to the bruises my dad left behind
Go ahead and feel me from the inside
My mind goes numb
But i feel his tongue
Sand - paper fingers wrapped around my neck
Empty eyes
A familiar face.
I know what he wants
They say misery loves company
Well here i am
Spread my fucking legs
Pay no mind to the bruises my dad left behind
Go ahead and feel me from the inside
My mind goes numb
But i feel his tongue
Sand - paper fingers wrapped around my neck
Empty eyes
A familiar face.
Published 27th Nov 2012
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- Edited 12th Apr 2020 8:45pm
27th Nov 2012 1:30am
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27th Nov 2012 1:31am
27th Nov 2012 3:34am
27th Nov 2012 6:22am
Phew! You put some pretty harsh lines in a small package, and made it work--as a poem leastwise. As for a situation (and I am surely not asking in an open forum if it is or not)-- I would suggest you find someone that you know that you can trust to help you, and allow them to give this a read through (and not necessarily for its poetic value).
That aside, a powerfully spoken write and very well done indeed.
Uley
That aside, a powerfully spoken write and very well done indeed.
Uley
27th Nov 2012 7:33pm
Poetry is a form of expression. I don't write because i'm depressed by any means. I write because it makes me feel good. Writing is art, and is open to interpretation. Thank you for the positive feedback.
28th Nov 2012 6:09pm
