Squish

Squish. Squash. Squoosh.

And sometimes
You just don't f*****g get closure.
Everyone says heal
Move on.
How can you?
How can you let the skin mend
When the wound festers?
An inflamed jester
Sent to mock all I've done.
Get over it.
Things happen.
It could've been worse.
Well, what's worse?
Knowing or not?
Gutted like a fish
Left out to dry
Stick my guts
All back inside.
Sew it up
With needle and thread
Waste not, want not
Now, I'm dead.

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

Closure is an underrated commodity in the reindeer games of life.

[Hallow]

Well said.