taunt, primal, laughing
You beat me down
Into gravel
I’m down
Like a dirty dog
Like a little worm
Taunt,
I’m nothing
You gave me the primal
Raw
Animal
Red
Drawing my guts out of my mouth,
Words that taste like slime
Primal taunts
Fear that you can
Grip onto, like a purse handle
That you ripped off,
Did you see my lines of worry crease
Like an extended sort of sentence in a book
A run on sentence that went on too long
And made you so angry that you
Slithered, smelling
My heart’s worries
Like some nighttime old fairytale monster
Did it smell like your breakfast?
Like sizzling bacon, fat pieces huge and bleeding no blood?
Like a raw chicken plopped on the side of the road, hot concrete
Blistered and crumbling with maggots.
You slapped off my creased worry
And now you take a stroll down my long painted house of frothy chicken bones,
Cutting off my sentences.
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I sense an analogy for that unfortunate relationship dynamic where human beings act like territorial animals trapped in a cage together, fighting over a scrap of worry and fear neither wants, but it's the only morsel of sustenance that remains. My interpretation, of course. Intense and moving piece!
Internal or external taunts internalized? Does it matter?
Impassioned piece❤️💯
Very tense melissa someone to feel for good job 😊