Furtive Dialogues Poem by Patrick Tincher

Furtive Dialogues



Hushed whispers accompany shame
Every time I mention this stain on your chest
You whine and complain
Despise me because I look at your stain with contempt
I give you a way out of this mess
Trails of spit ooze down my face
You spat in my face
All because I mentioned this stain
Laughing you continue self indulgence

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