PITCH CANKER
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POETRY CONCEPTS
🕑 Added 2023-12-01 20:48:46 +0000 UTCA CRIPPLED SENSE OF TIMING
WAS THAT TOO MUCH?
DID I MAKE YOU CRINGE?
HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?
WHY AM I ALWAYS LATE?
WAS IT THAT FIRST SMALL MISTAKE?
DID I STUTTER TOO EARLY?
OR SHOULD I KEEP MY TONGUE
PRESSED BEHIND MY TEETH?
THE COLD HAND OF HATRED
PRESSED INTO A WOODEN COFFIN
BULLIED AT THE PULPIT
LINED WITH FUNERAL NAILS
PINNING ME TO THE EARTH
I CAN EITHER DIE HERE
OR I CAN LET THE COLD HAND OF HATRED
PULL ME OUT BY MY THROAT
AND USE ME LIKE A GLOVE
A PILE OF RODENTS
ONE RAT SQUEAKS
AND TWO MORE EMERGE
A PIECE OF FOOD LEFT IN THE SUN
FOR A THOUSAND FLIES TO SWALLOW
A PLAGUE OF TICS
ERUPTING FROM THEIR EGGS
A VIOLENT SWARM OF PEOPLE
TEARING ME LIMB FROM LIMB
Comments
Samara
So good. I love your poetry just as much as your art
