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Stupor [bliss]
[A] black book
falls in your lap
parting your legs
pulling the cover back
licking your fingers
turning the pages of my dead lover
typing up each line like it were your own
until I own you, like I own [you]
cut you with my blade and boned you
she died prematurely
mysteriously, tragically
it was an accident, like I told you
like I told the hospital, the family, the cops,
your honour, categorically
it all comes down to a water tight [alibi]
tight like the tourniquet, aubergine bouquet
that you tossed in the air, like a hand grenade
like an unfaithful wife
off a cliff
in the pitch
at king tide
washed away
waves good bye
hush and hiss my secret kiss
I digress; [you] are my lover
I’ve missed
the words, the sex, the chat, your shaved cat
are just like I recollect, I collect
take your calls, [hold] and pause
while I listen to you sing like a child
like pay for sex with a smile
but you’re so [fucking] bent
you accept I’m off my dial
stroking myself into stupor bliss
while we poke each other
in con-verse
on fuckbook
on fetlife
on skype
and you send me photos of your kids…
[adorable]
This poem was written for the "stay creepy x0x0" comp.
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