December Poem by Amerti Paul

Every few years your memories brush my soul
I google your name frantically till midnight,
and today was one of them.

I fantasize about meeting you again,
and how I would tear my clothes before you,
Then embrace you to stab you on the back.
I would touch and caress your frail body,
try and bring you back to life
Feed of my tits that have never met a man's eye
Like I always tried!
And love ever inch of you,
like your mother should have.
Or bust your lips wide open like your father had.

I was just a child you beast,
but so were you
In your own stupid way.
You were never a man at least.
I heard your voice after ten years now.
And I only heard a boy's cry. 'help! '
so I retract my spear
After all, you were the only one who said: 'I love you',
despite it being meant.
And the last boy I cried about you has already left.
He said I was too much,
But that was the thing you loved me for most.

But if I could dig the dirt that your body lays in peacefully,
And blame it for all the unjust you have done to me;
And if I can put tornado in your silence,
Disrupt your cowardice sleep
To shout you awake and pull you out of your quite dump,
and to scream at you why? Why?
I would.