A blackened pearl Reclines on a self made throne The winding web of a fool Like the sweetest fruit gone bad Appealing exterior rotten core With a swarming court of gnats I dig my fingers into your thick flesh Looking for a tasty slice of something Some redeeming quality Stripping away the layers Insecurities insincerities and lies I'm left with an orange putty lumpy mess That sticks to and runs through my hands Rotten fleshy drip drip dripping Disgusted I find nothing You are nothing. I am inclined to hurl you across the room And watch your insides splatter Slither and drip to the floor Where the remnants of your puckered Puking peeling outsides lie Like so many discarded orange rinds ~empressrouge 3/01 |
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