Tsk, Tsk, Tsk Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Tsk, Tsk, Tsk



that kind of pain
you wished was
tangible enough
to be flung
at someone’s face
instead of
having a fling with it

that kind of fling
that should
have ended
the moment it
had breakfast with you;
tsk, tsk, tsk,
you’re screwed

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