you won't
stick your fist
down her throat
don't fucking talk to her
like a cow
ready for the slaughter
she is not meat
for you to chomp
the life out of
you're disgusting
you call her a whore
one more time
i dare you
i dare you
if you ever lay
a hand on her
again
i'll slaughter you
and suck your thick salty
blood through a straw
like a smoothie
if your words ever
meet her again
i'll grab you by the throat
throw you on the ground
and pound your eyes into
your skull
just like you do
to her
she is the sun
i am the moon
better look away
from this eclipse baby
or we'll burn your retinas
to such a crisp
you'll never see
another woman again
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flecks of charisma
Poetry(old bad poetry don't read pls ahhh) flecks of charisma is a quintessential guide to not knowing how you're feeling, not knowing how to deal with it, but knowing how to adjust your life around it. some days are tough and some days can elongate into...
