Her teeth chewed up other people's sandcastles.
each grain she spit upon got stuck in my throat,
I became the sliding, meaty opening she had imagined.
Before her I was shapeless putty,
Invisible boring goo imitating gray snot.
She colored me roses made of red slick petals,
shaped me into her vocal chords,
choked me with her hunger.
This I will remain,
until her appetite changes.
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Climbing Up Out Of The Ashes
PoetryA Poetry Collection About The Dark Side Of Falling In Love With The Wrong Person And Making Your Way Out Of The Fire...Breath by Breath...Exhaling The Smoke & Breathing In Fresh Air Again. #100poemsin100days challenge beginning August 21- November 2...
