Hollow
Sucking pain and empty air roar past
This gaping rift in the gap where once lay that
Thing you reached in and
Tore out and squeezed before my eyes
As the red, dark, congealing pain seeped and
Trickled its giggling, screaming way over
The tiny webs of your fingers and down
Through the tendons and sinews of your hand
That crushed the living joy out of me.
Hate
Crawling through infinite agonies of
Past memories that sing their irreverent
Pathetic dreams of
Purest hopes that now lie squandered and
Brazenly spread for you to fuck brutally and
Passionately for the love of smearing my
Pitiful fantasy’s entrails on the
Pathway that you sauntered your
Paper promises up.
Hurt
Aching deep in the depths of my
Being that’s now just a shell not
Belonging to one loving
But is housing a smear of the
Excrement you spoke and
Branded my dead fears
Both living and truthful and
Blatantly nasty in their sucking vampirical
Betrothal to lies that destroy me to nothing.
How the fuck does Hope dare to lift her head here?
If I could I would tear off her wings and eat her dripping and raw.
And still the crow flies through the realm of my yearning
And I’d shoot the bitch down if I could.
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