Flushed Love

Sat, 04/22/2017 - 21:51 -- Neftee

We touch, I feel it sink in like dirreah.

"I love you"

those words squirt out like icing from a frosting tip kit,

but like a blast of steaming shit

Its a hot sweaty festering thing we call romance

It ends in a slow dance around the porcelain bowl

and as i button up my pants,

I flush away the rest of my soul.

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country

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