You've been my faithful companion for so long I can't imagine.....
your sticky sweetness in my mouth
your crooked teeth grazing my ear
your constant whispers
and sweaty skin
always accompanied by a shiver racing down my spine
To cup my heavy hips and thunder thighs
and stroke my swollen stomach
as you ruffle hair I forget to tame
my sagging breasts and pockmarked face
would be lonely without the ache
of the weeping wounds to my self-image, confidence, and dreams
while your caustic tongue dissolves the rotting remains of my hopes
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
Comments (3 so far!)
Hurm. I'm always a fan of your poetry that makes me feel things and wonder. Which this does. It feels personal and so honest but also like a puzzle. The kind of doubt in the first two stanzas is so intimate that it borders on carnal. I've never had doubt go that way before but it's interesting. The doubt in the last stanza is all too familiar though. Well done.
Minor spelling error in second to last line. Should be 'weeping' I think.
- #3489 Posted 1 year ago
- #3490 Posted 1 year ago
I feel like the unloved one at the end; ugly, unlovable, without confidence inside. Who could continue to love that (me)?
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