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I would rather drink
A goblet of my own spit,
Carefully braid
The coarse hairs of my armpit.
Have a mucus mask
Slathered onto my hair,
File my toenails
To resemble a square.
Than, for one moment,
Rest my flesh made vessel.
Have the imp of my mind,
Give me ideas to wrestle.
Nothing brings me
Such unbearable disgust.
As focusing in
On my mind’s cloud of dust.
About the Creator
Meg
Musings, poems, and stories
Wishing for World Peace
Comments (1)
If this article was written I Medium, I would have highlighted the flesh vessel line. Great imagery and another great poem by you.