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releasing the jockstrapping
straightjacketing my mind
my twisted testicles protrude
blindly from the cavernous sockets
of my disembowelled finds.

i whimper
gently
with ruptured breasts
tortured
by the seething crawling insects
licking and chewing my talkless tongue
with frenzied
disdained feigned disinterests.

split the blade into my back
cutting open my chest
making me vomit in the sickness
of trying to be feebly
my best.

rip ur hand through my orifices
reach up
and pull out my voice
ripe raw red drippings
delivered for your feast
my sweetest
delicious sugar beast.

i smile so sweetly
sitting on your plate
with heaving heart pumping

waiting

to enter
heavens gate

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It must have been one hell of a nasty breakup..

This poem seems to create a dark mood or aura rather than speak literally..in that respect you have done a masterful job.

hugh - indeed. the depth of cruelty; suffering; damage and torture spanned years. in which i did my best to imitate dylan thomas & literally drink myself to death -daily, under the milkwoods.

thank you. for seeing & feeling some of it.


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