poet Nicole M. Martin

Nicole M. Martin


F*ck me ‘til I’m dry
Take everything there is
I’m wrung out
And strung out,
I’m crazy.
My tired young bones
Collapse onto your bed, and
I’ve got embers burning
Down every inch of me.
I’m shaking like an
Alcoholic for a taste of you
But you won’t walk over,
Won’t take two steps and
Save me from this.
Eventually, I’ll have
Nothing left to give,
And you can bury my
Wasted corpse under
The huge weight you
Never learned to carry.
Your body, baby, is
Wonderful but there’s
Really no comparison.
Atlas was a great lover.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 1, 2009
Poem Edited: Monday, November 2, 2009

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  • Jack Williams (11/1/2009 5:50:00 AM)

    Great first line. Hits hard.

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  • NikMorgan ... (11/1/2009 4:58:00 AM)

    Nice write, full of power and mystery 10++

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