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French Tip

Poetry By: seruh
Poetry



get what you want, break nails, get blood.


Submitted:Oct 13, 2011    Reads: 23    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I told you When you pushed
my shoulders down
my teeth caught your jaw
with a sharp snarl
If you had listened
I could have shared
I told you
Too late my fingers tangled the warp
of your hair
growling in your ear
I told you With enthusiasm
I tried to make you bleed
From the hips
your spindle fingers clawed
cloth wrenching
as I arched
I told you You didn't care
Your nails pulling
In my ears
you muttered you didn't care
I told you
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On the train I peeled off the nails you broke
Chewing delicately on the cuticles
inspecting for traces of blood
I told you I was selfish




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