Love Is Cruel And Unkind. Poem by Cordell Rich

Love is cruel and unkind. A wet and soggy bit*h that clings to you long after she has turned cold.

How does she come and infect a man with such ease and strength and so quickly fill every pore, every shallow and then cling stubbornly long after the hear is gone.

At first she flirts and tempts and elates while she envelops you, covers you. Then once she has you entombed in her warmth she begins to consume you until nothing is left but a shell and a memory.

A shell that was once a man with backbone and guts. But now hollowed to the thinnest shell of thin skin held in shape by a brittle cocoon, molded to every feature of a former soul without substance and only a festering memory. Not of what was but of what never was and never will be.

Cordell Rich

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