![]() AlienationA Poem by Anonymous
Self obsessed? Scared to death.
Of others? Of Themselves. Rejection. "Look at me!" - their emotions scream to only throw the pennies of themselves, as if they'd lose by simply displaying pieces - works of art. sharing is caring. somebody might not pick it up. Her poetry is wealth, she says. pouring her hot liquid metal soul into a nice but very paper bowl sprinkled with ink and a little bit of gold, the pennies that she put for me on that red shabby table taste like the flour dust in her plain pizza. I digest it. Next? "Next time." How many times are next? What does a plastic bottle smell like? You've never known that you know what it smells like, unless you smell the unwashed vessel. "What does your sadness taste like?" I digest it. You want my pennies? I gave you my soul. Leave me alone. go. I'm going to the caff - supply Unlimited but only till you go. I saw my ex's ex eating alone. Does she care? If I ate alone and didn't get it to go that'd mean that what I've planed to eat won't fit in a container. I even change locations not to be an entertainer of my own judgmental gaze. She eats alone - a sign of confidence? Or insecurity and desperation ? I'm walking towards women's restroom. tears - not in my eyes - tearing my rotten soul. I pour my dimes and quarters mixed with Diet Pepsi into the toilet bowl sprinkled with stomach acid and a little bit of gold. I flush The pain Unlimited but only till i go. © 2016 Anonymous |
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Added on April 5, 2016 Last Updated on August 25, 2016 Author
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