If all the sad girls I loved

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


met

mated

malted

halted halter tops and sequined biscuits

Feathery, powdery patterns while they

ate my brain in one whimsical moment of pretentious wisdom

I would have just let go

cut myself loose

off stuff

hanging around in bed

and retrograde

I think I could make a chain out of their fingernails

Discarded after a hot bath

bath bombs of witch brew and Wolfgang 

You sing a song that is made up only for you to ponder

and reconsider

suck on like a lollipop slash dick

disc jockeys are the best

They rule over the world

conquering salty breathe and weather just as humid as Alexandria mid-summer

when your hair never goes right

and your breath never smells like the sea

from which you were born

A voice of an angel

marred by the random ugliness you meet everyday

behind the rollercoaster wheel

In the temple of the self


Submitted: October 01, 2021

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