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my skin feels twisted
You tore me up into your squishy toy
You’re squeezing, you’re sweet, squeaky
So very Squeamish,
You can’t watch a stabbing in a movie,
Too much blood makes u nervously looking, twisted,
Why can’t you look at a fictional scene
When you used a metaphorical jackhammer to tear me up inside?
You’re so sweet, you give me so many treats
You give me so many sweets
So I forgive your natural beats
Your beautiful beautiful
Hits
Your wonderful kicks
Rips, slips, rots, slots,
Smiles that creeped up on my spine
Like a dollar store rip off impression of
A fine china doll
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Comments (2)
moody moods, this is strong melissa, bravo 😊
The discontinuity & contradictions within the human psyche. So wonderfully kind in one moment & devastatingly cruel in the next. Those quick transpositions between sweet & brutal in this poem are highly effective. Great job!