Monday, November 09, 2015

Thankfully

I wish I knew
what brings her
rotting, pathetic soul
to my door.

She is sick, ravaged
and promises nothing
good.

She is a bony hag,
splotched skin,
mottled hair,
decaying smile
offering me
a blow job
for a hit.

Still, in the right light
or a bored moment,
I recall

her empty company.
insincere embrace,
loving facade.

I hear
her voice,
a coo stifling
mocking
laughter,

and,
thankfully,
I close
the door on her.


6 comments:

  1. That bitch just never gives up, does she? Keep slamming the door on that skank, Mosky. She's peddling poison.

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  2. Thankfully you saw her for what she was ;) Brilliant write.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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    1. Sometimes I can't, so thanks!

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  3. Really excellent, Mosk. Close that door FAST.

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    1. Thanks, and yes I slammed her out for once!

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