Slimed fingers that fumble for a grip,
Marred and scratched,
They yank and twist -
A damp snap.Plucking those milky pearls
From their fleshy beds.Red lips that curl and twitch,
A fuzzy tongue that dances behind yellowed teeth -
A muffled pop.Those tasty little bits
So succulent and ripe to the tongue.
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Lux
PoetryIt's okay to hate yourself, everyone else hates you too. All poems that contain mentions of child sexual abuse are asterisked. I do not want to delete any entries, so there are more mediocre poems in the beginning. Entries progressively get better (...