Slurp

 

I scrub his body clean

Massage my fingers into his hair

Towel him dry

Hand feed him

Until his hunger is gone

And he steps on me

With his shoes on….

Digging his dirty soles into my

Open and giving hands

Sucks on my straw of life

Until he reaches the bottom

With a slurp

  Satisfied and content

He hands me back my

Battered heart

And turns around.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

See what happens when you carry your heart in a juice box? I put mine inside a guitar...it can be played and broken too but there's always the hope of repair and sweet music again.

[imawriter]

Well that was as surprise ending. I hope there was enough liniment to ease the bruised heart. That dummkopf will meet his match someday and get his heart handed back to him too. HA! yes... i like this poem...

[Tate Morgan]

Well thats a bit different I would say you feel used But cant be sure we have all felt spent at the end of a relationship

[JuliePetunia]

Slurp is oddly one of my favorite onomatopoeia words...
I was expecting it to be a chipper poem, but you awesomely portrayed the epitome of a d********g. Well done!

[Alicante lullaby]

well,then he's at loss.

[Ed Hart]

more than once?

[Forrest Ray]

Wooooaahhhh i felt that one, very BLACK u don't need reviews ur already on the way to greatness, but it sucks that we all have to go through life's bullshit so we can truly live in are own fullness

[TheFemininePad]

A great poem with some interesting imagery. I enjoyed reading this poem. The only thing that I found lacking was the emotions or experiences that drive powerful poetry. The structure of the poem is perfect. It was quite easy to understand. I just didn't get a feeling that it was personal to you.

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Gorgeously crafted with wonderful creativity~I Love It!!!

james miles

[FocusedAmnesia]

Such imagery! Very well written.