Dead squid heads litter your floor,
your penchant for calamari has never been
so obscene, your macabre love has never been
so flavorful and I am roasting in the fumes
of your love, hiding from the fact that I mean more
to my family than they do to me, and the guilt
weighs me down, as the stench,
wraps around you like silk filigree and cheap
Family Dollar perfume.















Comments
I also love the coffee imagery in the fourth line... Mmmm. I don't like coffee, but I sure do like the idea of it.
--
how many times
must I tell you
whatever blossoms
is rooted in the dark.
-Ed Ochester, The Muse, Unreconstructed.
--
.I can't untangle what I feel and what would matter most.
And I'm not proud that nothing will seem easy about me.
Now there's just no point in reaching out for you..
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