sweet scent
of you stinging
my nostrils, promises
are baked road kill, kisses are green
shiny pus filled wounds, acid coats my tongue,
memories are wet dogs begging
foaming at the mouth from
your sickening
sweet scent
(ReadWritePoem Promt #38)
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4 comments:
Great work, vividly intense. I like any poem that can successfully use the word "pus."
Well written, but oh yuck!
This is different. I say, good work.
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I love it when the title of the poem is integral to understanding the piece. Very cool.
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