Scorn

fall upon and discard my saggy breast never good enough could never pass your family’s test   other women your eyes linger and sink talk of my beauty, char crisp dust lust for others, your toxic deceitful wink   someone else can taste your viscid hate I tire of you and your foul distain clog…

“Forgotten” My New Poem Live On HotelMasticadores

apples hang low  forgotten honey bees tiny legs, heavy pollen lemons make moving weary overcast your eyes spurs surge from pores discerns a sense of being akin to the caterpillar in cast front legs, in cement crack grow up you say who are you  I recognize you not To continue reading, go to Hotel Masticadores,…