love me like blood on your tongue
and at the end tell me i was good
choke on my rotting worries-
Have you eaten?
Are you okay?
I miss you.
and feel tears while you gag on them.
Are you okay?
It’s been a while.
How can I make it better?
the collapse of your lungs is drowned out by my voice:
Do you still love me?
Would you be happier with me gone?
Are you okay?
grip my wrists as they wrap around your throat
look at me in the eyes
see how i’m looking away
spotty vision, bloody teeth, blue face-
Are you okay?
Are you okay?
Are you okay?
About the Creator
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Petlife
Comments (4)
Wow damn
Oh man!
This was so poignant and intense! I loved it!
This poem says so very much. I had to read it twice and still feel it