life licking the slick of my teeth

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i hate anyone i ever loved
the ones favored by the glass dolls
in my house so hard to be rotten to the core,
i don’t think i can see us
when there are willows that are weeping screeching,
“I AM SAD” about things i never controlled in the first place.
sometimes i get depressed
and sometimes i just lick the slick of my teeth.
ocasionally its easy to stare at the sun,
its simple to strike children running in my way.
slap it all away in grains,
the wind comprehends the pain.
my body was the metal in the frame that day
melted me together and ripped us at the start.
i hate anyone i ever loved.

Reviews

[JC]

i like the chaos, the stagger of thoughts, hard thinking...i also think 'lick the slick of my teeth' would be a great song title...

[Gustan Joseph]

This was a sad one. The pain moves through each word. Well done.

[Steve]

This sounds like a professional job.....very nice.

[Isolophobe]

Perhaps my favorite poem of yours yet. its like a narration of constant despairs that I find all to relatable to passively read.