SLAP!
The smirk
Slithers,
Slips,
Slides,
from your face.
Your eyes glaze over
Pride is your life boat.
I snap my hand back
Like you are burning.
You don’t deserve my skin.
One last time,
My eyes sweep your face
I am satisfied with my creation.
Your smirk
Slithers,
Slips,
Slides,
Onto my lips.
On the walk home
My chance arises!
You smirk.
And sulkily, I slink away.
Oct 21, 2010
Oct 21, 2010 at 11:41 AM UTC
SLAP!
The smirk
Slithers,
Slips,
Slides,
from your face.
Your eyes glaze over
Pride is your life boat.
I snap my hand back
Like you are burning.
You don’t deserve my skin.
One last time,
My eyes sweep your face
I am satisfied with my creation.
Your smirk
Slithers,
Slips,
Slides,
Onto my lips.
On the walk home
My chance arises!
You smirk.
And sulkily, I slink away.
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