explode

a/n: a style adaptation once again. for my sake, no concrit please. no changes to suggest… well, other than the formatting. in honor of she’s not breathing, my favorite poet (everywhere, not just here fictionpress).

 

. explode .

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i (never) cry
over poetry. (except
for that one time
that i refuse
to revisit—
because the b***h
left me; just got up
& ran.) but now,
somehow,
i can feel a long-
gone emotion
filling my chest
cavities & rising
up through my throat. i’m crying
over this poem, but not
just this poem, every poem
i’ve ever read
(because the b***h
left me; just got up
& ran.) & i can’t stop
myself from feeling
this way. she’s
gone forever & ever. best
friends for never.

 

a/n: even though the b***h left me, she still keeps showing up everywhere else.

Reviews

[Gandré]

this was original. I felt the brutality between the lines. Satire, also. Good write!!

[The Mad Prophet]

Wow, very amusing actually. Is she a friend, or some random b***h? She seems to like you, but is she real? I am a curious mind, but I don't really want to pry. Thank you for sharing, still very colorful.

[fireblossom]

nice

keep writing

[Orlando Murcia]

I love it when poets just say f**k it and get straight to the point I love it!

[RAWR!]

i like your style,
very cool dude
kudos

[holly]

I like (never) and (except...) and the reptitive phase "because the b***h left me...". Feels like this poem was ripped out of you. Good.