Smile for Posterity

I should talk to someone.

Can it please be you?

Will you vomit when I’m done?

I need to release myself,

Orgasm it into you.

Will it bleed your heart dry?

Will it consume your soul?

This charred and blackened

piece of me is infectious;

It ruins everything,

It ruins everyone.

Just please remember

Not to bring it to funerals,

Or to cry

On his shoulder.

 

©Ramon Sturdivant

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