Cockbib’s melody

insane frustration
made me gorgeous

a tiger ate caramel custard
and croaked somewhere
far far away

a beige tidal wave
(untidy and playful)
frisked my feet
and rubbed dryness
on my face

It evoked nothing in me
It shuddered nothing
It triggered nothing
It destroyed nothing for me

my guts cringed
and i became all that bullshit you talked about
at your last drunken party

where you had scratch resistant coating
on you

where you had unique mucus
in your tall slim glasses
and you left hickeys on brains
that were skewed and distorted

i became that bruise
of that punch
which you got
from that unknown guy
who was so eager to bury
everything he saw in you

i became that urge
to find that lost lust
in that random stranger
who deduced misery in your touch
and story in your thirst

i became that adjective
you invented
for those crayon eyes
that pierced you and told you
that you are beautiful

i became the probability
you analysed
when your lover felt miserable
in you
and you still smiled
with crimson lips
and serpent ties

i became every trigger
which they licked
to sprinkle the cobwebs
with thorns
on the broken-torn dreams

i became my archenemy
my hamartia
i became you!

 

Signed

-A (dot)

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