Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Sleaze Bang

Two intertwined souls,
it was understood.
Bonnie and Clyde,
against all odds and
we moved. Betrayals
began instant. You
cold as stone turned
hotbed to ice. Cruelty
like tying a shoe or
kicking a can or
scratching an itch
without noticing. And
you took. Took every
thing from me. Took
what I gave and
demanded ever more.
I was dirt to you.
but the soil in which
you grew. You knew.
Such a mercy to fuck
a crone then. she
so grateful for any
fuck given. Volcanos
in these parts build
pressure growing
under monolith
mountains. And the
explosion catastrophe.
I remember that
summer.

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