Your slightly enlarged purse and evaporating precautions
Frankenstein’s monster nestled in a womb of regret
Pregnant with repulsion you jab me with your Splinter
I’m dying to put it behind me while you die the death when you put it behind
Gullible. And. Young.
All. Injuries. Don’t. Seem. to have healed
Your disease rots my brain and scars my memories
Your slow motion downward punches pose as the backdrop to my Shakespearian soliloquy
Jacobean immaturity offering bird noises as a melody
Kissing cousins and trainers of tragedy
Comedy evoked at the sight of your face on a crisp packet
Black and white cats and Pats of platonic affection
Your wardrobe of denim turns my face pillar-box red
Vile and repugnant. My skin crawls. Sleeping creep
Eighteen candles blown out by bare torsos and blossoming lawless brawls
Bonfire embraces as the last embers dwindle and ebb
Numbers idly given and dialled by the finger of evil
Rolling eyes and high pitched laughs
Camp side confessions and games of hide and go seek
Never found but nothing lost
Acquitted from my sentence at the closing curtain
Delivered from your clutching claws
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