Tue, 05/22/2018 - 18:28 -- mhumble

Your saliva, it resonates on my lips.

It's cold, it's wet, it reeks with the scent of your breath -

it seeps into the cracks of your skin, into mine. 

I sit stiff yet you kiss and kiss.


I don't want this. 


This bathroom is a place to piss,

not a cage in which you get only what you wish.

I cry and sniff but you simply insist... 


You simply insisted. 





This poem is about: 
Our world


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