Melissa Joy Chesky Poems

So blind
So blind-sighted
By the person you were trying so cleverly to hide
I’m fed up with me
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All of your lies,
I hear.
All of your games
I see.
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His dusty breath is arid,
His inhalation tastes like the clay ground.
It’s humid, he’s baking in the Sahara.
All alone in the desolation,
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Dancing like monarchs
The sparks are alive with glee
As they are raised up
From the ashes of fire
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Want to inhale death?
Dancing pathogens – like plagues –
Want to take your chance?
Now that the risks are explained,
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He looks like you, and I can’t bear it.
He wears your clothes, and has your scent as well.
He sits and smiles, and it stings deep to see your clone.
His face is so like yours; how peculiar.
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I pull you closer
It’s been too long
My body feels your pulse
And answers with the pulse of my hips
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Gnawing at my bones
Biting my flesh
Ripping my being
Your voraciousness is never sufficed.
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