Beach sands peeling off a swimsuit a wet slap not quite drenched to the bone yet still a burden how it sits heavy on the tongue a humid storm inside you heaviness in the prison of my ****** I am trying to pull up my ******* after my friend ***** me in December and I'm thinking of how everyone I love has once hurt me 'moist' is the sound of his fingers slipping inside me I am closing my eyes as the cotton of his shirt clings to my bare legs and I am thinking that all the wetness must have teeth especially the wetness that grows within and spills out or chews its way through the skin and falls onto another's the night I was ***** everyone laughed until the walls were moist until it rained indoors I say moist and first, think about two naked bodies the sound their skin makes when I try to fight him off underneath a hungry moon in a house of warm heat I saw moist and think of his tongue against me the bullet in his brain as I curse him on a cold December night the room my ******* a dark red I say moist as in my own blood spilling in my white ******* moist or his fingers moist as he pounded into me so hard I bled or my eyes moist when I told my Momma what that boy had done to me it felt like winter for ten years.
I wrote this in creative writing as an imitation of Hanif Willis-Abdurraqid's "In Defense of Moist"
Acts of stringing string cheese have always seemed so wrong! Maybe people say I'm strange because I like some songs.
And that's just the beginning...
Being human, so many think that microwaves pose danger. I can't imagine why you'd think that radiation's any stranger. Getting some exposure is sure to not endanger!
Word for wet: "moist?" I don't exactly hate it. Everyone seems to, though, so I don't bother to debate it. I don't think that sidewalks are dangerous if they're cracked. Right! That's not an opinion, it's a cold hard fact. Definitely, it's a hazard to leave vaccines ignored. Oops, some disagree! Time to give Darwin Awards.
Can you find the secret sentence? My last three poems should give a hint!