Swallowing silence burns like Tesco Value Vodka.
The time-bomb-clock's tick-tock's stop in shock,
At the painful pining, reminiscent of a battered toddler.
Nullifying every nuance of vitality from my tiny frame.
Rectifying the ravaging ruckus you erupted in my brain.
Analysing, over-analysing, every rule of your ghastly game.
Advertising me as an example of how you play,
And drive one insane.
I never knew love and hate often co-existed.
So bittersweet, this littered treat you dumped in forever.
Like a dumb, dunce of a dog, I foolishly insisted,
That I lick it up, and eat the excrement you lumped together.
And I licked every inch of your matter,
Worshipped every hair with my tongue.
Flesh on flesh, I let my heart be battered,
By the sweaty breath, and romantic, dirty 'fun'.
And here I stand solemnly with my heart between my legs,
Weaving the threads together, the split ends held by pegs,
On my washing line bending and breaking in the wind,
Sending me swiftly and shaking my shins,
In the storm you abandoned me in.
The memories, the fleshy, lusty sin.
The sea of vodka, where I've been left to swim.
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