Beneath the work boot.A Poem by johnnyqueerI'd rather not share the story behind this, but paint your pictures.
Sever the skin, lacerations are but kisses
to a mind deranged. As if you could promise, and stay true to your word. You swore to me nights of asphyxiation, I am still gasping. Gaping holes, stabbed by your inability to follow through. Just a kiss would do, although I'd fancy your fist. Black and white, blue like the old days, so nostalgic. Disgusting waste of life, remember now how sweetly you described my existence. You threw me through walls, without even a wince, or remorse. Hold me beneath water, green from lack of attention, much like me, although I classify under different shades. Unique, although you don't notice. Breathe upon me a plague, incurable by shot, or pill, or puffer... Allow my decay to process slowly, so you can break me down further before I go. No closure ever will be acquired, I am but a worm to the birds. Lower than the dirt, a corpse too foul to deserve proper disposal. © 2011 johnnyqueerReviews
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4 Reviews Added on September 1, 2011 Last Updated on September 1, 2011 AuthorjohnnyqueerNYAboutHello, I'm Johnny. Writing is a form of alchemy to me. I transform all my feelings into text; Dancing, slithering, and stumbling from white pages. If you like my writing you can find me on Instagr.. more..Writing
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