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The Man From Jupiter

Your words---love , deserve, forever---

Cling to my skin

Like clothes sopping wet,

******* futilely at my neck,

Impossible to shelter from

The torrential nature

Of your need

 

Your need,

Like the clamoring cries of an infant,

Screechy, demanding,

Hanging helplessly on my arms,

You pine for affection

From this absentee mother figure;

Futility resurfaces.

 

I feel the weight of you,

Pressing on my chest:

The crushing force of responsibility,

Of dedication, of obligation eternal.

I have written nothing

Since your frigid winter crept into my home

And ravaged my bed, my body, my dreams.

You created my hollow life.

 

You carved your name

Into my tender wrists

With teeth honed to knives

And fingernails like acid;

You seared it with a kiss,

Poured your toxin in my veins,

Planted rue in my garden.

Ruined.

Never before have I wished more

For death's swift embrace

Than when I hear

My name in your mouth.

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Written by
sawyer
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Published
Apr 9, 2013
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