Muzzled/Enslaved

Touch me with the vagrancy of ectoplasmic STD’S

Knife in my belly screams and bloodily breathes nectar of peach trees

Please love me scared, ill-repaired, and scarred

Please dismember me like segregated candy bars

Far fetched is the blessing you bring

Every time I dream in high definition wedding rings

I put you on a pedestal to provoke jealousy

Hopefully before I die you’ll humor me

You’ll always be the perfect stranger silently adored by the perfect creep

I’ll always be the shadow because is comes naturally

You’ll always be the prayer I say unintentionally

I’ll always be the stalker needing a peek

My heart collapses with practice like magic for the masses

Every midnight my bootleg system crashes because of legs and eyelashes

Reviews

[Voice11]

wow its a very unique and abstract poem. It has a strange mix of emotions with it. But still very good all the same.

[Phibby Venable]

This is a wonderful view of rejection and love...and the blindness of it all.
really fine!

[Emily B]

wow! I contemplated obsession today. Tried to put the concept into some sort of poetic form. I failed. I doubt I could ever say the thing this well.