i hate these games they play, i
start cutting up the words
start cutting up the pieces
and stare with heroin eyes
smudged and kohl, waiting with
torn fishnets gutter drenched
i teardrop the rain and ruin
waiting for the day you
feel these barbed wire kisses
humming on the wind
for the day you understand
the words i cut to pieces
with steel from heroin eyes
games they play
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11 responses to “games they play”
Very nice writing – you can feel the contempt for “drama” dripping from the words! Powerful piece
Thank you. You are very kind. 💙
Wow! Impactful. Hints of lack of empathy here.
Thanks Chris 😉
This feels perfect and actually like my day I’m having actually.
Also, you have a gorgeous way with words
Thank you. Glad you liked it. Sorry your day feels like this. I sympathize. 😢
It’s not that bad, I’m sorry, just expressing 🙂 I’m good. It’s always nice to read others and find relativity
A-ha! Sorry I misunderstood. Thanks again.
‘barbed wire kisses … steel from heroin eyes’: incredible, sharp imagery. 🙂
Thank you Laura. There’s risk in such things, which might be their appeal, I expect. 😉
It works, at any rate. 😎